Trainspotting souvenir
Choose life. Choose a job. Chosse a career. Chosse a family. Chosse a fucking big television. Chosse washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers… Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawnwd to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that?
André Mendes
Não há dúvida que fazemos muitas escolhas, na vida mas, não conseguimos fazer todas as que queremos porque não somos seres solitários, vivemos em sociedade….