No one in my family has ever died of love. What happened, happened, but nothing myth-inspiring.
Even boredom should be described with gusto. How many things are happening on a day when nothing happens?
Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light.
I don't know the role I'm playing. I only know it's mine, non-convertible.
Dying - you can't do that to a cat.
Generally speaking, life is so rich and full of variety; you have to remember all the time that there is a comical side to everything.