A madman lives only in oblivion. He lives only in delay. And he feels no despair. He doesn't care about time. He thinks of everything. And shows nothing. He lives in silence and leaves his mark. He leaves everything ready and asks for nothing. And when he leaves, it's just goodbye and nothing more. Your life is a summary that fits in a suitcase. The same exit is the same entrance. That comes and goes. And nobody notices anymore.