Have you ever woken up and exist for some time without the engine turned on, without the roar and sneezing of a complex mechanism called mind, memory, emotions? An infinitely small moment, like before jumping into the abyss, and then you remember who you are, you remember that you are in love and will soon see her and you bask in the rays of this sun, or maybe you have already parted with her and you habitually fill your head and you put on a wreath of suffering - another day without her. And only when these familiar emotions come to you, do you remember that moment after waking up - then it was only you, and all this husk came later. Thoughts, emotions come on their own, some stick to me and I live in them. For example, a stranger girl will stir up something inside - I never knew her and in an instant she changed me. I'm afraid it’s not strong, not standard in people. I'm afraid of the reaction of fictional images. Emotions are too harsh - to stop, to think, and they are wallowing and wallowing - rain - too many drops, they are mixed in one stream, bewildering, confusing. I think that I choose, but they choose drops. And I'm the same drop, I'm flying at you now. Read and think, what does habrahabr and IT have to do with it, and what is so strange written in the header. Remember the desires ten years ago and those that are now. So much has changed so little. Remember the desires ten years ago and those that are now. So much has changed so little. Remember the desires ten years ago and those that are now. So much has changed so little.