It is a strange paradox: Humans drown in the water, fish drown in the land.
Paper is my best friend and paper seller is my worst friend!
I finally did not understand if we are living to survive or we are living to die!
Erasers remind us there is no faultless human.
Politically I am neither left nor right! And this kind of political-ethical standpoint-- being in the middle-- usually brings about seclusion and isolation! But now I do not mind it anymore and, instead, I work more and more in my self-made solitude!
Our lives consist of two numbers: date of birth and date of death.