I sit in silence, finishing the drawing. I am madly tired of work, of all worries, of all everyday life. I am literally inside the dark abyss, light does not get here, there is nothing to breathe. Am I drowned? Why am I alive? What's the point? Why did I sign in the corner? I absolutely do not understand why I am minting this and why I am writing this text in a translator to insert it here. Will it make me happier...?