<Middt> I wanted to be an archaeologist. Honestly, not because of excavations, because of the smell of museums. Silence, darkness, dead pieces of something once alive, useful, meaningful. My mother insisted that I follow in her footsteps - as a result, we have what we have, a nonexistent psychologist in the clinic, in vain chewing off his pennies from the city budget.

<Akyuman> You are suffering in vain, I think. You know, O'Henry has a work "The Roads We Choose". There is no difference between your unfulfilled dream and reality. Silence, darkness, and the shattering pieces of something once alive and meaningful in this darkness.