Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost. - Milan Kundera

Of course, uniformity rules everywhere. But in this park it has a wider choice of uniforms. So you can hold on to the illusion of your own individuality.

We won't understand a thing about human life if we persist in avoiding the most obvious fact: that a reality no longer is what it was when it was; it cannot be reconstructed.

All predictions are wrong, that's one of the few certainties granted to mankind.