The future is too bright, he's too intelligent, at least that's what Max thinks, only a few years old. It frightens him to be different and not to be understood. He may be wise to his age, that's what the adults say his environment, but he doesn't understand why he's not like the other kids. In kindergarten, Max must spend three years there, because he was born three weeks too late, Max often stares at the adjacent primary school. That's where it gets different. That's where they're gonna understand him. Something he thinks in primary school about high school and high school about the academy for visual arts and later on about the university where he wants to study English.
Actually, Max wants to study psychology, but he's not good at math and he can't nail that on his own. The evening school is a joke and he decides to do a collegium doctrine. Learning at school has always been a problem. Max doesn't understand the subject or it's totally uninteresting in his eyes. At home, he's always busy finding himself alone in his room, each time with new interests. He rarely finishes what he's so passionate about. Empty seems to be his future when Max is thirteen years old and the boredom is obvious. He chooses to become a mediocre teenager and adapt to the mores at school. That seems to work for a few years.
The boredom stops when Max is twenty and the nightlife of the big city dives. There he is not understood, but the future is clear, too clear. The people around him don't trust it. And again Max thinks, "I'm too intelligent, the future is too frightening." Lonely he withdraws to his room, this time for good. He reads and writes a lot during the night hours, when it is quiet and the loneliness seems less large because no one is there. He's going too fast, too far, and he's falling apart. A lot of years of help, which doesn't really help, with small revivals and larger falls determine the time.
His armor is large and his body sours. Max gets diseases. The light goes out and everything gets heavier. Death and evil get stuck and everything seems lost. How could it have come to this? The ties to life have been severed, the unity of mind and body, of nature and of being broken. Being sick turns out to be very unhealthy. Yet there comes a moment when the light returns. From that day on, he put himself fully into making some of his life, although very few still understand anything about him. It hurts, of course, but he's on a mission. He lives his passions and tries to go his own way. And he still does, and often Max is happy.
