grazie, scof... sto in condizioni pietose, con un fottuto mal di testa veramente irreale (e no, purtroppo non sono postumi, è che sono proprio un vecchiaccio
) e ovviamente oggi pomeriggio me la sono dormita dimenticandomi del mondo.
"It's like you see a door. The first time you come to it, you say "Oh, what's on the other side of the door?" Then you open a few doors, and then you say "I think I wanna go over that bridge this time, I'm tired of doors." Finally you go through one of these things, and you come out on the other side and you realize... that's all there are: doors, and windows, and... bridges and gates, and... and they all open the same way, and they all close behind you. Look, life is supposed to be a path, and you go along and these things happen to you and they're supposed to change you, change your... direction. But it turns out that's not true. Turns out the experiences are nothing. They're just some... pennies you pick up off the floor, stick in your pocket, and you're just going in a straight line to you know where."