I try to analyze everything,But is is impossible. Again I try,and again I feel analyzing everything is impossible .Again something new happens,and again I think .About Suzanne,about my friend's death,about what ever prove me life is not routines.I mix routines with what I think does not have the quality of routines. It is hard,it is too hard




I felt I do not have many axioms

I just know at the end of my sentences I put nomore points

There is a question mark,or my sentences are not complete


It is not bad, but sometimes I feel I am alone