How long has it been?
I've decided to quietly work at the small restaurant.
I help the boss in charge.
My work mostly consists of odd jobs like cleaning the tables and harvesting the vegetables from the backyard. I cannot serve customers after all I do not speak.
It is curious. Though everything served here is free not that many people frequent. Most of our customers come at odd hours. Mostly covered in bruises.
A customer frequents here quiet often.
Before coming here he was a famous musician.
He plays music for us sometimes.
No matter how much praises he receives from the boss and everyone around here, he only becomes more frustrated. He once wrote a very famous song. He wants to write an even better song and that's what frustrates him. So, whenever he gets praised he stops coming to the restaurant for two three days.
I came here because I was incapable of doing anything.
He came here because he could not do better even when everyone said he did enough.
He could not take other people praising him when he himself was not satisfied with his work.
To have everything and yet nothing.