This last night I dreamt of clouds of yellow and gold and it was all so beautiful. I hope you can encounter such an intense feeling of luck once too, that your heart in your ribcage rises up and thrashes and politely asks to be released for a while. Then conserve your heart, Rubbernecker. You will need it again. I hope you can see clearly then, the person you can share your luck with. I tried to cup his face in both of my hands, but it melted and reshaped continuously. In the end I gave up. Now I remain here alone, with all of my luck. Do you know the metaphor, of the tube that harbours a whole lot of toothpaste and you should handle it carefully, because if you squeeze too harshly... Now I remain here alone, with all of my toothpaste. I put a bowl in the living room, filled with peaches. Now the entire house smells sweet. Most of all, I learnt that all things only progress: no scent without peach, no dream without young man. Sometimes I feel frozen, then I remember Time does not care about the feelings of a confused human, which is only a tiny ant towards the giant Time. Still, that ant is capable of carrying about ten times its own misery on top of back problems and sour shoulders. Rubbernecker, do you want to come and smell just how sweet it is, here with me?