Has anyone ever thought about it before? How contempary life is? Most of everything falls apart right in your face. After that we sit and think for a while. Most of the time remenising or contemplating. But what happens to that thought? What happens to the next? Is it put in the back of your mind? Locked away, or erased? Whats the point in thinking then? no point, says the voice in your head that wont dissipear. Thinking is like trying to light a cigeritt on a breezy day: the flame is beautiful and, in the begining, it seems like a good idea to bring heat to your palms, to your lungs, to let the urge to smoke subside. no point, says the voice in your head that wont dissipear.