– Let’s play the futility of being on the phone?
– Let’s. Where are you?
– Depressed and on the verge of alcoholism.
– Mmm. What are you wearing?
– Mortgage, guilt and the burden of past years.
– Oh, yes. Continue. I’m already touching my philologist diploma and feeling sad. “I slowly sit down in the corner and, clasping my knees with my hands, I think about what I’ve done with my life. She is worthless and ruined by me.
– I burst into tears and lit a cigarette.
