in rest, drifting off, ascult Bjork si The Postal Service, deschid ochii mari de uimire cand ma gandesc ca anumite lucruri s-au materializat nesperat de usor, pe cand altele nu, dummass me, si asa mai departe. Tot cu “Platonov” in brate, dormitez in metrou, si ma pregatesc sa ma uit la “Visitor Q”

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