Pray for yourself. Your feelings are hurt, your mind cowering... in the bleak rage of stories that reach you from places afar - places that were always there, threats that were always there, loss that was already accounted for... in books which you have failed to open. Your trembling is an abyss, your ignorance now stripped naked and cold. Pray for yourself lah.
My goals are absent. My struggles are mathematical. My pastimes are women and commerce. I will do what I can, for you.
If you require analysis, I may be able to help. If you are female and require sex, there is a lesser but still non-zero probability that you may gain benefit from me. If you require money, go away, I don't have any.
I wonder how much of my life will be spent with the privilege of being able to choose to dream or to not-dream. Having no dreams is surely one of the most covenient circumstances that one could hope for. But one then feels sad for everyone else, and that is all there is to it.
I like to discuss technicalities.
Well, that's the pitch, and the rest is complication.
I'm building a cafe business in Damansara Jaya.