"How are you?"
"Good, I'm fine..."
"You sure?"
"I don't know... I have things to do, in fact, lots of things to be done. But... I don't know how to get it started. I felt like...erm...you know, like......"
"Argh, whatever! I don't know.."
"Things are piling up and my plate is getting full. The unfinished left on my plate are stale and I hate the smell of those... I wanted to get rid of them but I don't know how..."
"My plate is so heavy and I need both my hands to hold it right..."
"What is the meaning of all this?"
"I don't know."
"You know what? I don't even know why do I even want to write this..."
