I invest 17 ron into myself, a bottle of Triumph, a celebration with
a pack of cigarettes in whose smoke I hide my face, the bed, the future.
She invested into a psychiatric book, Predescu,
likes the conclusion that I’m histrionic, hysteric, combined with theatrical attitude
noisy manifestation, superficiality, infantilism, summons, off-centered remarks
oversimplified and ridiculous – the eternal „victim”.
could I be like this, when I sit with a check ochre and black table cloth