DEFYING DISAPPOINTMENT

The silly days of senseless incoherence have long been upon us - he is afraid. The value of truths and lies is determined much more by influence and vulgar manipulations. The one-time, eternal, mischievous promise of lasting happiness probably only exists in the world of fairy tales.

From the black dice of our years, only uncertain outlines can be seen, which I would have to cling to more and more convulsively, even with my teeth and nails. Patience and empathy can rarely be enough for a wounded-hearted, melancholic will, when the universal, unmitigated waves of sadness swell endlessly.

The idyllic island of Külün-Béke can emerge from the depths more and more rarely. The rocking cradle of the deliberately uncertain Future - if it still exists at all - is less and less accessible to the average person. The eternal inexorable race of the unbridled Executioner-Times, konok Sequentiality haunts with ominous omens, like the wandering gloomy vagabond clouds. Even the tiny mice or rats are already looking everywhere, researching the more influential people, because they can imagine that this way they can surely get ahead, but why, when the nice-sounding promotions and the dream trip to Bali can never be given to the simpler ones!

It's as if materialized cannibalism is viscerally getting closer and closer to our useless, no-man's-life earthly reality; Human wrecks are squabbling over a piece of discarded, half-chewed hungover bread or potato skins. - In the army of ignorant petty thieves, everyone now seems to excel in skill, while the deliberately Hamlet-fools-clowns, who should be listened to, prefer to keep their ears and tails in. There are fewer and fewer examples of hidden tragedies.