Part of life

One is only half

My mind is a rambler

It is like those cartoon characters that don’t speak and can only make noises

Is it really possible to be altruistic?

Changing one life is hard, what about a whole country?

There are many ways to go on, I choose serendipity

Perfection is the world and all that exists

Maybe nothing is good enough for someone that considers himself to be unlucky

There’s something about this place…