It's just a world that I don't want to know at all. I've no dreams, no hopes, no intentions. The only thing left for me, the only thing I really understand is need. That's our very only bond, there's no knowledge, beauty, stars or belonging. It's only this world and its wonders and my greed and my envy and our awkwardness.

It's just one war, endless battles and a future to fulfill. Everything is a need, a pull to the unknown, to loneliness and disgrace. Finally my peace and my end.