I don't want all that much. But I want to be fine. I want to live a simple life with many good moments and a lot of fun.

We shall never meet, but there is something I want you to know. My time is not the same as your time. Our times are not the same. And do you know what that means? That means that time does not exist. Do you want me to repeat that? There is no time. There is a life and a death. There are people and animals. Our thoughts exist. And the world. The universe, too. But there is no time. You might as well take it easy. Do you feel better now? I feel better. This is going to work out. Have a nice day.

To me none of this really matters. The Empire State Building is the biggest. It's the one I've seen in movies. It's the one in the middle of New York City. It's the one Paul writes about. The other ones can be as tall as they like.

I am thinking that I believe in cleansing the soul through fun and games.

I suddenly realise. It might be egotistical, but I am more concerned about what's going to happen while I am alive than about what's going to happen afterwards. Thinking about this is an enormous liberation.

I always buy Nike. And Levi's. I think they're the best. I really do. I don't even consider buying other brands. Somebody must have done their job very well.

Now Obi's sitting down to take a shit. On the grass. I think it's disgusting. Joggers and children look towards me while I pick the dog turd up with the bag. Now I'm standing with a bag full of dog turd in my hand. It's absurd. This is a completely different life. People must think I'm a dog owner in New York. That I live here and have an apartment and a dog. That I pick up dog turds like this one every day, before and after work. It's a staggering thought. Seeing as I'm not a dog owner in New York, that also means everybody else could be something other than what they seem to be. That means it's impossible to know anything at all.