There's always a threshold, beyond which nothing else matters. At the end, nothing ever matters. Not us, not our presence or absence, not our identity or identity crisis, not our love nor our hate, not even the relationships, deeds and moments we build or achieve throughout this journey. At the end, even the journey does not matter. It is all very bland and banal, it's death. We die and that's it. That's the end of it. That's where everyone lies without any prejudice, status or inhibitions. That's when we all are just there, where we started it all for.

Endless depression and reflections - whereto next? whereto ever I wanted?