Jutro je gadno tmurno, nikako da se probudim. Ispijajući kavu listam novine i mislim da ludim. Jako malim slovima na osmrtnici je pisalo da juÄer je pokopano 6 milijardi ljudi. PiÅ¡u da smo krivi sami, da smo živjeli na auto-pilotu. Da smo jedni drugima sjenke za gaženje ispunjavajući dnevnu kvotu. PiÅ¡u da je drobilica ljudi savrÅ¡eno uÅ¡timan stroj, samo se Äeka da joÅ¡ sunce eksplodira i da svi potonemo na dno. Man is a blindman.
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Morning was nasty gloomy, never to wake up. Leafing through the newspaper while drinking coffee and I think I'm going crazy.
With a very small letters on the obituary was written that yesterday was buried 6 billion people. They write that is all our fault, that we lived on auto-pilot. We are only treading shadows to each other's fulfilling the daily quota. They write that the humancrusher is perfectly tuned machine, we are just waiting for sun to explode, and we all sinks to the bottom. Man is a blindman.