what is the meaning of this madness?

The masked avenger sits idly in Andalucia, waiting for a bus to Tarrifa after only a fitful hour of sleep on the plane, after a reunion with the Belgian in the Barcelona night, which ended with a taxi to the airport at 6 in the morning. An hour and a half to wait for the bus departure. Too many questions left unanswered, the end of an age. The pleasure of luxury problems, watching the markets tumble and regretting not pulling it all out 2 months ago. It´s like the difference between a pregnant girl and a light bulb. You can unscrew the lightbulb. Se la vie.