Women.

 I was never in good terms with women.

All I ever met was very few, and I talked nonsense — death, sex, philosophy, being here and now, alcohol, creativity...

And all I met were never interested in these.

Everyone I met made me a brother.


They lacked something serious — a soul — which they never had, they never will.

They were mostly happy with the peripheral.

Their beauty was skin-deep.


For someone, it would take about six inches to reach a soul...

but I even doubt it.

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