7-126 [Frook 7, chapter 1.2, brick 6]

Our man with no name sat in the grass and opened a random page of the diary.

The girl was alone in a bus, and she was crying. She realized that being nihilist and misanthropist she would never have her cinderella story. What kind of prince would like to care about a zombie-girl? The bus was travelling to her home; she was indeed going back home after a party, a boring party with boring people. Her mind was travelling too, so she opened her diary and started to write some thoughts.

«Very particular and awesome the world/universe is, despite of all the existentialistic stuff. Sometimes I think the moon is just a billboard of cardboard, due to the Ockham's razor. No, ok, I don't really believe such thing but it's to give the idea. Relativeness, essentially. Perceptions over materialism. But then you see that materialism can defeat perceptions. And then you see that perceptions can defeat materialism too. What I call a cycle. A neverending cycle. Perceptions can be love, materialism can be emptiness. But the meaning doesn't change. It's a cycle. Nietzsche destroyed the morals and then he wanted to create them again; we humans are not supposed to pick up a theory and stay with it. We want all, due to our mind nature, but the whole is just the whole, not a theory: it encompasses ourselves too. Not only it's not something totally explicable (the whole), it also doesn't fit in our brain/body machine, which is so much related to the Nature. And so we flow inside this neverending cycle.»

The man with no name closed the diary and placed it under the usual rock. It was the time to go back home.