NEGOTIATED STAIRCASE

The stairs of Life, fought and negotiated. Now they are moving away from me at an accelerating pace, as if they don't want to provide a safe way out themselves, but would rather swallow me right away... The degrees, as if they already functioned like fulfilling prophecies, and only what Fate decreed mattered; in the spacious tunnel-like nook, the meters pass faster than when the common man becomes claustrophobic on purpose and suddenly falls into a selfish, tyrannical catatonia.

- I always forget that the surface would beckon me, just like a lovely bohemian lover who professed that he loved me more than anything else, because he believed it. Life's great moments - it might seem - are irreproducibly worn by repetitions. For now, you should learn the over-assured transitions and rather vibrate with the suffocating forebodings while you still can. The general exchange of cells every seven years is just a diminution, but this may make us remain the same people with little faith and lack of self-confidence.

- Guide Suti-sunyi watches the seconds in the beating heart, while at the same time it indicates a dead body with a heart attack. - What would be more important?! - I ask myself: Closed satisfaction or internal, agreed peace?! The suffering, shipwrecked paths of life reach out to me, like wolf traps, and offer neither further opportunities nor a way forward in the plain lost No Man's Land. Because, if we are not careful, the nerve of our subconscious mind, the size of a jungle fabric, can further shrink the universal knowledge that can be acquired through adversity in Alzheimer's disease due to harmful intentions!