SCATTERING IN PIECES

Violent attacks crossing chasms shake this current nervous, stress-running Existence; it would be better if the brain's complicated, well-organized cogwheels would finally go into sleep and leave this present ski castle, the bare Presence. The memories dance over the remaining, exhausted life, until even the prepared microscope attention can no longer really wake up to itself.

They are getting disgusted more and more quickly not only by the talkative, sleazy promising speeches, but also by the self-sucking, sponge policy represented by companies and corporate groups, which is the only cancer of petty-Alamusian, small-scale interests.

Even now, after fifteen years of employment, the simple average is being persuaded to endure at least another twenty meaningless, worthless years, while his children have long since become absolute adults, and they don't even remember what it was like to be a valued member of a micro-community, or when they could go out as a foursome. go on holiday. _, My little princess! Daddy would have to work a little now to buy you his latest Barbie doll!"_

- The hissing word uttered through the keyholes of fake mouths sounds like a muffled hiss, according to which: everything and everyone can and will be compromised, and that reason is of course once again the rhyme of merit. The modern age, drowned in dynamism, gives birth to an ever longer, hesitant lingering, in which the likened Man is still forced to prosper. As a consolation prize, you would get: speech, bargains, hunger-wage payments - if you yourself have been reduced to slavery for a long time.

The diminutive, foolish endeavors, in which once upon a time it was possible to believe with all your heart that you. it makes sense that you go to work in the morning, and late at night - of course only if you're lucky - you fall home dead tired!