Some strange and strong power is pushing me forward from behind. I look around me as usual hoping for sudden obstacles and diverting excuses to stop me from moving on. I've lived my life so damned luxuriously but with no access to luxury. Though I had an uncomfortable life, I kept on sleeping thoughtless as if I had already grasped my destiny.

And years, these unstopable punishing years, went by leaving their traces upon my lazy bones and upon my wornout skin. But there was these glowing light coming from the core of my trained and educated mind filled with those torturing questions about the precious time I've killed and killed and killed.........
Could it be me.