kenkantor: From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs.
kenkantor: The end of the road for my old ways.
kenkantor: A host of furious fancies.
kenkantor: I could be home now.
kenkantor: Why does it look like this?
kenkantor: Defying death no longer.
kenkantor: Enough with the dull and pointless mornings.
kenkantor: You came but you never saw.
kenkantor: Honey, is that really you?