Analysis of TIME-SILENCER

Between heaven and earth, single-minded, worn-out chip bags enrich the green vegetation in the middle of the ring. Defiant human grimaces peep at the fists of skenehead larks, where face-to-face communication is still fashionable. Where a little ceded, womanizing sly gets a horn of plenty from the tabloid media. The "I'll show you later" smolders in its prime, and just for that reason, self-consciousness - otherwise anyone can defame you: The crust is thick on the cryptic-indifference sketch of faces, and the false boasting is even thicker!

The stage of the leprosy city is at once deceptive and insidious, as if leaden, cumbersome nodules are emerging from everywhere. Every day, new good-sounding lies are transmitted from the raven-spangled branches of Bamba's TV antennas, and one is rightfully forced to tear one's hair out, asking: Is there anyone else who believes this?! - Hungry children's starry eyes can turn into sharp cries if there is nothing to eat! It is almost hopeless to fill social gaps, like gaping guts.

Doors and windows are left to become empty, just like the newly announced but useless meetings, castings, dream jobs. Democracy - if it existed - devoured its nameless victims. Both men and women swear with hearty, plate-breaking curses here, like a peculiar mixed cold cut.

- Everyday, trivial problems and petrified distances will become insurmountable. The decaying plaster of Infinity creaks and creaks with silent, imperceptible noises. And later, when the wall stones of the moments become more and more visible, in which past and future were just as present, the longing and single-minded hairline cracks of livability will seep through the memory-sized gap!