The future is clearly there. But I do not have it. No me neither in your collective future nor in my the fantasy future. And how is it that in the future I do not have? It's very simple. I was lost in the past. In the past, it was happiness. My personal golden age. My own garden of Eden. And, as usually happens, she took a bite of the apple of knowledge. No, it's not so romantic. She gave another iPhone, and she went to him. So ironed modern "Goodbye Garden of Eden." Stub transformed. And I want to ask myself the past, and what stopped you? Why it was not you? But the last I imagined me the present is not the case. The one that has not presented iPhone represented me now a successful resident overseas countries closer to the equator along with she. Dissolved in an endless carefree. That's who I was the one who wanted to improve the version of the Garden of Eden. And who came out the rotation of the wheel of history? Strange, partially gray guy each day to decide who is now more to help? Thieves or murderers? And tomorrow on the decision today does not depend.
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