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So we're wasting time, is that it? Boredom is so fucking attractive.

In my day, we solved this problem by going out. Dancing. Singing. Drinking. And whatever else. Doesn't matter anymore, does it, with you stuck in front of your tiny screen hour after hour.

Shit.

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Potato, potato.

Ehm, yeah, I -- guess.

You're allowed to disagree, Florian.

But my integrity! My image of tolerance! What will happen to them?

It's okay, we can see that you're trying. Just like Berlin and the German soul.

That explains why I feel so at home there, then. Nothing to do with the ten or so years I lived there before coming here.

Oh, fuck that. The world is too big for attachments.

What? Attachment is what shapes our very beings.

To people, sure. Not places.

Places make for the ground you stand on. They are you.

I think you've just created your very own psychosocial theory of self.

I'll write a thesis on it.

Please don't, the world's seen enough horror.

And here I thought I'd finally found my great break-through. To fame and money!

Many roads to that indeed.

Some aren't worth walking.

No?

I'd rather stay penniless than being stuck with Mireille's family. All of it.

Edited 2013-02-12 19:54 (UTC)

We're gonna have to disagree on that.

You'd rather have a mother who's borderline emotionally abusive, a father who wasn't there to notice and later, a husband who pulls the same stunt, most likely out of a lack of interest? Honestly?

That would be the retarded approach, yes.

You're lucky you've got it anyway.

No, but seriously. Power is power and we're all suckers for it, one way or the other.

I don't care. As long as I've got my books and my music. Let the big boys play.

With their treasures, right?