Einstein's Brain

ty clear and crisp in his photographic memory. Her shape, he always said to himself was unique , it was non like he is ever seen and her skin was the glowest

rtbreak, he is been pistanthrophobic, but now he is falling, or is it some other form of sensation, no it couldn't be, he always thought, she was the one. He knew because whenever he thought of her he felt happy, it seemed his life is fullfiled and that all other things were just pleasures, he had goosebumps, that type which he only had when he listens to great music. But does she feel the same, does she think of him in the latest hours of the night? Or would they b

ke she was going to say ‘’i know all these things”, her hips swayed about in an elegant way and for the moment he watched them, the walls of his cell seemed like a painting by Picasso, the floor

n our most hardest moments, he wished he could apologize now to the man and they would reconcile, but then he thought ‘’there is no how I can spell us without trust” how could he possi

ion itself depends on who is been asked. To a hedonist- life is the presence and absence of pain, to a nihilist - life has no meaning and it's not worth doing anything about, to a absurdist- life has no meaning, and so what? There is a point in worrying about it; To an existentialist - life has no meaning so we should create our own, to the wealthy- life is full of pleas