New York is a very unmerciful city as for me. Everything is pre-engineered to make you either schizophrenic or catatonic. You pick what you like more. But beware: because in the end of the day you WILL have to choose unless you are OK with turning into one of the zombies wondering around the city and signing diligently their time-sheets.
Oh boy, why am in such a somber and morbid set of thoughts you will ask? The reason is very simple and one-faced: I have not been able to get any sleep last night. The insomnia-a fatal monster creeping up onto every New Yorker sooner or later seems to have got my home address right finally...
My head is spinning as if from long-lasting undernourishment...Why everybody in this city is making me sign the Confidentiality Agreement? Don`t they realize that I have plenty of my secretive ideas and happennings that i am trying not to expose? Alright, here you go- I am going to keep my mouth shut about all your delirious projects with the deadline of the Doom`s Day...
