CARDBOARD CITY

A huge giant metal worm clatters and squirms above the landlocked city of Nineveh; The heavy ore block of nights is often rolled on us by Sisyphusian trouble and pain. The scary train station seems like an abandoned lost place: the cawing of ravens oozes soggy mercury. I feel ice-cold sweat, every day my mind is straining like a razor-sharp ax. I already understood your good secret apocryphal signs, World: I learned the ancient lesson of terrors and fears, which at the dawn of my childhood haunted me forever, and no matter where I ran, no human being helped me.

I see bruised stragglers marching hesitantly as a mass of people over the dark waters of Time. The restless Spirit often rings Incompletely, empty, like a deserted cellar line; if you're not careful, you can turn into free prey. Even the talking walls digest waste in silence. Only one escape is possible: Imagination or moving out. You can rarely chew through Hangman Time with hollow teeth. The basic feeling of "not enough" swirls in everyone's mind, seasoned with perpetual explanations, but when will the responsibility be heard?!

Man is dishonored by underground tendrils and roots, ragged weed howitzers. Even for an unsuspecting animal, it would be better to live in unsuspecting than a kind of "tabula rasa", but where would it stay? - we could ask - the law and rule of free thoughts? Life has become like a well-closed, attractive little bird trap, where the stronger is still he regularly oppresses the weak, helpless Balek! You no longer see the fallibility of the other person in front of you, but the forced, overpowering situations.