You can only stand. To the end. To death. To understanding life… Or die as the cards of fate lie.
Like a human being. Or like a trembling creature. It’s your choice.
Youth and hatred against calculation, law against conscience, the “light of civilization” that cuts your eyes against the morning fog that has no chemical smell… War to the finish.
In this world, it is rare to live past thirty.
WARNING: not recommended for people with an unstable psyche.