The world runs on the fuel of an endless, fathomless animal misery.
The happening and the telling are very different things. This doesn’t mean that the story isn’t true, only that I honestly don’t know anymore if I really remember it or only remember how to tell it.
I often felt wild back then; I enjoyed the feeling, but nothing had ever come of it.
So many problems, however infinitely varied they first appear, turn out to be matters of money. I can't tell you how much this offends me. The value of money is a scam perpetrated by those who have it...