Ali'nin sekiz günü

Ali:
Mum always used to say a person should have a roof over their head. Otherwise the rain and mud will get inside them.

Adam:
Why is life so cruel? People. Why are people so cruel? Why is life so hard and so beautiful and so impossible to walk away from? OK, why do people go to such lengths to misunderstand one another? My wife really resents me. Because I've failed to give her the kind of life she wants. Because I haven't been the man she wants me to be. My kids really resent me too. Because I can't buy them computers, clothes, shoes, cars. My boss never stops sneering at me. It's like he wants to remind me what a useless person I am every hour of the day. He really resents me too. Because I haven't made him a lot of money. My friends and acquaintances, my family, they don't even respect me. They resent me too. Because I'm not the man they want me to be. Because I don't take them out for meals. Because I can't lend them money. Because I'm a millstone around their necks. Because I'm incapable of having a good time like they do. The government resents me too. Because I don't pay more taxes. Because every so often I ask awkward questions. Because I vote for the wrong party. You know what? I'm bleeding all over. I'm in pain. I'm falling apart. I want to be the kind of man they want me to be. But I can't. I tell my friends, my family, my boss, my wife, my kids that I'm sorry. I say I'm sorry I can't be the kind of man they want me to be. But they don't hear me. I talk about my misery, my despair, my troubles. And they don't listen. I say, Help me. And they run away. I say, Can we talk? And they get up to leave. I say I'm dying. And they ask when I'm going to die. Will you please tell me what's happened? What's happened to us? I never used to be like this. So what's happened now? Why do people no longer have time for certain thoughts and feelings? Why do they rush about so much? Why don't they stop even for a moment to think about the meaning of life, humanity and the universe? Why don't they listen when I tell them about my misery, my despair, my troubles? Why do they find all my dreams, my desires and my cries for help so hollow, affected and insincere? Why? Why? Why? Tell me why? Why? Please help me. Help me. Please. Why don't they accept me as I am and treat me as one of their crowd? Why do I always have to interest them and talk to them so that they like me even though I'm not convinced by any of it? Why do I have to have an ego? Why do I have to be selfish when I'm with them? Why do I have to compete simply in order to exist? Please help me. Tell me the secret to survival. Look, if you do know it, give me some guidance, please. Because I don't want to live my life alone any more. Give me the strength to live life. Why am I so hopeless at living life? Please help me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Forgive me. I've troubled you with my problems. I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.

Ali:
Good morning, princess of my senses. I've been blinded. By you, by your light. I know I'm chasing the impossible. But isn't the impossible that has value? Why would you care about this trivial, ugly life of mine? But I am yours. An admirer who loves you, is in love with you and wants you.