There are certain things, a million things, which are simply beyond our understanding. Most of them involve us, what’s going on inside that mysterious entity we call brain. I listen to music, I listen to people, I listen, even to myself, and the answer never comes. Why then?
I had a glass of wine, then a cigarette, then another glass of wine, then another cigarette. Now it’s all blurry in my head. The city is lonely, windy, and dark. The music keeps playing, the heart keeps pounding, and the thoughts keep coming.
Everything that ever needed to be said has already been said, many times, in many different ways, in every possible language. Because we all ask the same questions, because no one has an answer. Maybe tomorrow will be another day. The sun will rise again, and all that will be left is an empty glass and a small headache that will fade away with the day.
