Oh la la she says.
The mind feels like a tornado. The lump is dead tired. Trollet can't help but smile. The unity is not connected at all. Happiness, joy, confusion, sadness and a bloody mess, at least in the head. where will this mess take trollet? No idea. Most probably it will bring her lonelyness. She can't continue like this. She simply cannot, but what to do? Trollet wants to hide in her cave and give decision making and responsiblity to someone else. Here you go, take it! take it far away.

Things didn't turn out as estimated but much better. And much worse. Mind fucking it is. Who is doing it? In fact Trollet does it to herself. Why? One thing that is sure is that, life is a mess, right now. A real bloody mess. Jesus christ she calmly states. Where does this leave the object? well.. she has no good answer to that. Not at all.