Whore grapes are my friends and I, oysters attached to a rock who don’t see and don’t know the secret of boats, oil tankers, aircraft carriers and underwater hunters.

We live hidden from the worries of economists, even if we understand their struggles and therefore prophesy their futility.

Covered by the latest physical knowledge: the worst is knowing that we won’t have children who are adult and intelligent enough (we won’t have them at all), who will be able to explain to us tomorrow what is happening before our eyes today when they are not yet born.

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