Jakoś tak dziwnie, nie wiem o co chodzi
Skomplikowane.
Ale w sumie dzieje się trochę, nie nudzę się... w sumie nie mam czasu na nic.
I zasypiam przy czytaniu gazety na WOS.
'Ah, look at all the lonely people. Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been, lives in a dream, waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door. Who is it for?[...] Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name. Nobody came. '