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  • BEING, TIME, CURVE

     

    Everything you know right now will all go up in smoke tomorrow, will be lost: the given faithful, honest words that we confess to each other's whispering ears, and later to our romantic hearts, the promise of an orphaned handshake asking for help, to which it would have been so nice to hold on, the unconditional, love that exists for its own sake - of course, if it still exists - and then everything that was once created or born and now has flown towards the Universe...

    - Man hesitates, as Time passes over his head, he still stops, looks into himself, ponders over his everyday affairs and cannot understand; I wonder what could have gone wrong?! Later, everything that should have been faithfully preserved is deliberately forgotten. Unexpectedly, people rush themselves to death for a casually handed out career position, for a new car that lacks Casco, and insurance to make it cheaper, on the child's feet who knows how long since they couldn't have brand new velcro shoes?!

    - A person should take care of himself, since after a certain age he changes less and less, - in fact - it seems as if he deliberately wants to lie to someone else as an exhibitionist sensation, which makes him no longer credible, only a liar and untrustworthy. For some time now, he has been listening to the same sweet-sounding words every single working day; wage increases or downsizing are going on and on, so to speak. There is no bargain, and no reason is needed, if you can buy your tent the next day.

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