One day, after midnight, after many futile attempts on what'soever, just before the sun rises, it is on your way driving home( if there is any, if you call the place where you crash in as a home), in this rental car, after a boring and random chat with a stranger from an other island at a loathed shitty local bar, where full of Hispanic and black shits hang out, it is on your way back to where you constantly celebrating your life long  insomnia, maybe it's also because the wine messes  with your mind, you FINALLY realize that, LIFE, since long time ago, has been diverted to an different direction.

The texture of it remains the same but the content empty.  

You are not enjoying it any more.

You are SURVIVING it.

Since when life becomes all about survival ?