I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

pulled into my convenient neighborhood fast food restaurant. I ordered shrimp salad, onion rings, and a beer. The shrimp were straight out of the freezer, the onion rings soggy. Looking around the place, though, I failed to spot a single customer banging on a tray or complaining to a waitress. So I shut up and finished my food. Expect nothing, get nothing.

Once you let yourself grow close to someone, cutting the ties could be painful.

Have you ever had that feeling—that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?

Is it possible to become friends with a butterfly?

Don't you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some place where you don't know a soul?

At the entrance to the original tower, there is a stone into which Jung carved some words with his own hand: 'Cold or not, God is present.