WRITING AROUND

They don't want to understand; at best, they only feel the whining, chanting, aggressive undertones of the deliberately dumbed-down, stupid, propaganda speech; to the secret, Apocryphal slang language that infects the coordinate system of manipulable human brains. The formula - like almost everything else - is childishly simple: take, own, add nothing.

Vile counter-arguments are becoming superfluous. This is how the injury-tolerant human soul becomes a self-enclosing nut shell. The face and eyes - a vulgar way - are more and more insidiously covered up, rather by slyness, smooching, or hinting that only a few privileged people will do well, while the majority will be miserable just to their liking. Silence, like humility, is distressing. Our human words have no weight. We march towards abysses without a path, because the goal and vision often do not want to agree or form an alliance.

- Even the unspoken words that turn on themselves on paper or in the online space; the carefully scribbled sentences. In this Sanda Kor, a person rooted in hesitancy slows down and intentionally makes himself uncertain; a secret expectation weakens his derailed everyday life. Now the World is spinning backwards, in a crab walk, and in it Existence is an ever smaller, indispensable, wretched speck of dust.

Anyone who deliberately rushes - sooner or later - suddenly disintegrates into small pieces of personality without being noticed. I wish you could remember that often even the simplest keys are conceived from the depths of the soul, only the curses of impatience put them under deliberate shackles. What a person first plays a role for all day long, whether he likes it or just needs it, is not yet certain to happen. It is becoming increasingly difficult to perceive the minutes before the event like a seismograph!