N: I need another type of entrance, I sent you a photo yesterday. Do you do?
Q: Is there a choice?
N: There is no choice. We are all just pieces of sand in an infinite eternal universe, trapped between necessity and desire, having neither past nor future on the scale of Time of Being.
Our freedom and our aspirations are merely a naive illusion of Will and Consciousness, a pale reflection of distant galaxies in the depths of the existential horror of infinity.
And so we are doomed to spend that short moment, which is called life, to paint the design of the second entrance to the store and approve these sketches with the administration of the mall. Such things.
I: It is shameful that I can say))