So many dreams, so many disappointments, so many promises. And in the end, they all just vanish.

Ever since that happened to me, I haven't been able to give myself to anyone in this world.

What I was chasing in circles must have been the tail of the darkness inside me.

Each of us possesses a tangible living soul. The system has no such thing. We must not allow the system to exploit us.

A man is like a two-story house. The first floor is equipped with an entrance and a living room. On the second floor is every family member's room. They enjoy listening to music and reading books. On the first underground floor is the ruin of people's memories. The room filled with darkness is the second underground floor.

We never choose anything at all. Things happen. Or not.

Life might just be an absurd, even crude, chain of events and nothing more.