Why do I have to go through this over and over and over again? I complained to myself. My brain was fully occupied by a vision of how sharp his teeth could become, how quick his voice box could move, how traceable his wrinkles could be and how many shapes his lips could deform, when the rain of his exasperation was pouring down.
“You are the only one staying at home and doing nothing; the only one traveling and saving no money; the only one making no eff ort to do anything with your age. Shame on you! What do you expect from your fucking camera? It has been so long, and you are still doing the same thing!? Even the beggars are doing better than you!”