They never expected rationality to fail them like that. Truth is nothing ever worked out. The city they walk through is a movie set, a pladur scene. "It used to be harder to love someone." "It used to be harder not to love anyone." They float above the floor, two euros later they are wind mastered puppets and somewhere between the moment eyes fight to exit the semi-closed position, they complain 'I can't believe we're still sobber yet'. Nothing is for real. Nothing is for real. 'It seems to me, that this self-inflicted rationality, baby... it only made things lose their meaning. They did...'

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