Keep vaguely looking at the plain boring repair landscape of the signal. Um, yeah, um, yeah. Shit, shit, it was about to become like I stuck a rare jellyfish and todo and broke it with a shark. Come on, come on, progress. Let's walk, let's walk. Walking is fun.

Move the car, move the carriage, move on. Kampey celebrates the resumption of a lazy day. I don't know what you're thinking. I can't decipher the meaning, I can't grasp the intentions of my thoughts, and I feel like I'm wasting my time. Step on the cobblestone. Have you walked for some time now? Oh, still enough? I don't know if it's my fault, but I feel like there's something wrong with how time goes.