05.11.2025
A: You hate this world. You hate the people. You hate everything.
S: So? What have they done for me? Them and anything? They hate me and mine. Ours.
A: But you have the hypocrisy to say that you are full of love.
S: It is not hypocrisy. Why do I serve them then? That is my love. My philosophy is love is work.
A: You have a funny way of expressing love.
S: You want me to lick boots? Kiss arse? I’m not a fucking sycophant. They do wrong. I point it out.
A: That is why you do not get love in return.
S: You do not love to be loved. If you do, then you are not a lover.
A: You are still calling yourself a lover?
S: The warrior fights because he is full of love. The warrior is a lover.
A: Elaborate. It is not convincing.
S: Love is a battle. Of wills and wits. Defence and attack. Only the warrior can love. And only the lover can fight.
A: A cliche.
S: Because it is the truth.
A: You are from the warrior culture. That is what you think of love. You again attempt to speak for all.
S: You want me to endorse and promote the coward’s love? Where there is neither defence and attack? And therefore nothing?
A: You think you are so brave.
S: Yes. That is why, whenever I have felt love for someone, I have acted on it. I have no regrets.
A: Yet you are alone. You do not regret the aborted attempts?
S: If someone does not choose me, they are mistaken. I am the best.
A: You still believe?
S: Who can stand up against me?
A: Arrogance.
S: Confidence. Self-belief. The recognition of talent.
A: What good does it do you?
S: Against everyone, I followed the way of love. Against the family. Against this corrupt world and its corrupt values. I am the only lover in the world. No one else has had to pay the heavy cost that I have had to pay. I gambled my whole heart on my love. I am a hero of love. Because I am a warrior. These cold fucks with their cold love, what are they? What do they risk? Jackshit.
A: The Tiger’s love, reckless.
S: Lose everything in love. Except courage.
diary of a lone man 