I’m just smashed now. I sit down and fall into depression. And all because of the dirty roll of toilet paper, can you imagine? The paper is wrapped on such a cardboard cylinder, and it is written: "Just wash me into the toilet"

Just listen to her. The whole Chekhov with the problem of a small man, the whole Dostoevsky – just puppies next to this phrase. In one line, in five words, a recognition of one’s own insignificance, humility, submission to fate, an apology to the higher being, a humble request to stop the meaningless suffering existence. He knows that he will now disappear, disintegrate into pieces among the impurities. And he takes this part with humility, worthy of admiration. It’s like a terminator at the end of the second film, drowning in melted steel and showing a thumb.

Just wash me in the toilet. This could be called an autobiographical novel that won a literary award. Or a movie that makes the rooms cry. A description of my life or yours.