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I have never managed to understand what human life is.

People always plunged me into horror. I even believed that I hadn't succeeded as a man, and as a result, I hid my torment in my heart of hearts.I tried hard to mask the melancholy and nervousness by wrapping myself in naive optimism and becoming an even bigger buffoon

busy with very important

“You know, people like sunsets when they are sad…”

They always need everything explaining.

Adults will never get the point, and it’s too tiring for children to explain everything to them

I came down to their level

catch without chewing.

“I know the planet where a red-faced gentleman used to live. He had never smelled flowers. He had never looked at a star. He had never loved anyone. He had never done anything in his life except adding numbers. And every day he used to repeat just like you, “I am busy with very important stuff!” He was very proud of himself. But in reality, he is a mushroom, not a man. He is a mushroom!”

The night fell.