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Little horror conversation

I do not write. I do not speak either, it's useless. People, life, internet ... It overestimates the interest of "communication". After three weeks of work I returned to my apartment. I take a bath: plastic duck does not speak. But he said not bad! Finally stored in the living room, varnished, dusted, desperately not finished with her kitchen still under cover, I look at this, that, the table was a book. No need to cry, dammit! With the silence, the tea I miss - not only over time.

Moreover it does not agree with me. Consider: at a luncheon last week, the conversation turned on the worst subject ever. Hardly a topic, a lesion in the hubbub. For example, say, the flu, you know, the one we are always hearing. It would be to say about that: "communication" of the virus, "communication" of the government, this communion morbid lend any rhetoric. So you are expressing your weariness rather sharply. And one of those present, considering it necessary, it seems, to justify being vaccinated, after listening to your spiel smile, loose: "I know someone, thirty-five years, no field. He died. "

And here.

It is not clear if this is a vague knowledge of work, a friend of friends, a brother. "He is dead" is enough. At the time, you stare at your interviewer. How this death was she affected? If it's more than it seems, this cuts out any possibility of response, decency you would ban. With age you have developed a keen sense of decency. Too bad for you. Time for a fundamental realization, it is too late, the effect was successful. You're speechless. That's what we wanted, right? What else? We did fly the ultimate argument. Worse: you kindly put uncomfortable with the minutes, you are your own fool eyes. After all, you know someone who last year crossed the street and was hit by a car. He died. Get vaccinated against the street. One of your friends, insulted, slandered, imprisoned, hanged himself in his cell. Fates get vaccinated against despair, against slander! Against the world too! (Ah, if only ...) So? You shut up? Simple: "He is dead." Paf.

But do not try to hide in shame and disgust. Nothing works, trust me. Go further and shut up. No, really it does me any good not. It did not seem to succeed in the great world into reality. It continues, however, good form, good. I just now multiplied consciousness.

--- I take the plane tomorrow. The hullabaloo ...