''I don't like this feeling.
It feels like I'm sinking into the earth.
I'm pushing my feet so hard against the ground, exhausting myself to bits but in vain because the more I try, the more I grow distant from the sky and merge into the darkness.
All these papers and books are just lying there, sucking my soul, penetrating through my eyes into the tiny corners of my brain, making every part go insane with frustration.
Those numbers, they won't dance around, but just sit there, making whatsoever no sense to me. Probably avenging me for some deed. KARMA.
And tears, of course. How can they not be present at such an occasion.''