Life is an endless marathon of washing, laundry and endless waiting, where even English is torture. Paradoxically, it is in this absurdity that the protagonist finds reason for sarcasm and easy anger at everyday life, relationships and the meaninglessness of social rituals. From whining about fingernails to criticizing TV series and politics, everything is drenched in the fatigue of the constant struggle with trivialities that never seem to end. Irony on the verge of despair, when even 180 billion doesn't save you from feeling like you're just part of a big, meaningless spectacle.
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