Hui per a molts de vosaltres, hui serà un dia de festa, un dia en el que no vos alçareu molt de matí. Jo en canvi, m’he alçat quan encara era de nit, he conduït quan encara era de nit i arribat a la feina quan el sol ja havia sortit. En un dia com aquest et fa plantejar-te per a que cony serveix ser adult. Tindre responsabilitats, deixar-te la pell dia a dia en una feina, que si tens sort és la que t’agrada però així i tot acabarà sent monòtona. Sempre triar, tria i triar.
En estos moments es quan et pares a pensar en les famoses paraules de la pel·lícula Trainspotting:
“Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that?
Quan l'obscuritat es troba a dins 