After thinking about writing for a long time, I came to the conclusion that I don't have anything to say. Flocks of words were flowing through my head, but I didn't have the events to fit them. In the end, I decided to keep you, the hypothetical reader, busy for a while, without you noticing that there is nothing to read. But now I come to the conclusion that I'm probably underestimating your intelligence. So now I have to come to the conclusion that you will simply stop reading or that you may have already stopped. But you were away from reality for half a minute there. You forgot what you were wearing, and how this room smells like. Writing is a pleasant pastime.