"...But when you look out any f****ing window you remember. Oh, sh*t. I have grown up. You don't know when exactly it happened and yet you feel even more helpless than ever before. And you are alone, rocking and there is no rocking chair. And the best years are gone and they never happened at all. The growing up happened sometime during when you were still pretending to be small or shortly thereafter. And those years were, well, time is not in a line. It goes around and around. And you were still around then. You were still around and around and around yet still so hard to be quite found..."