THEY ARE OF ALL KINDS
The people behind closed windows and locked doors. Each with his own secret, for he who has none is not perfect, but retarded. People are just people, sometimes they’re holidays of existence, other times, vain victories over contraception. Each with his role in the line of order and chaos. Some are good for breeding only, others have a role in the global revolution, one is a cosmopolitan nerd, another a cultural turd! Nevertheless, most are confused and afraid little weirdos behind curtains and blinds. Common people, who, aware or unaware, hide or show more or less than necessary. “Enough,” says my grandma, “they’re of all kinds.”