EASY GROTESQUE TRAVELER

Whether you like it or not, a higher, inescapable boundary line surrounds a person's social, or even personal affairs; surrounds him like an invisible, unbreakable leash, and then when he himself can believe that he is saved - he pulls on him brutally and mercilessly. In living rooms, not only parasites from nobody's house, useless, useless worm-spawns settle in, just like the conscious Absence, as the basic formula of Nothing, settles in the ruins of everyday life. In the course of a person's day, he becomes inclined to grope through the seeming security of yesterday, that his unorganized affairs and plans are still lying in quiet humility where he left them.

His definitions, like his overheated ego, stick to his skin inextricably; he just holds on to his internal compass - maybe - he tends to break it for good out of murderous defiance, since he can hardly have any internal power over his own shipwrecked life. It would be good to extend free thoughts in the deliberately paved Times, as long as possible and as long as they are allowed. The crouching silence - it can be - can only nestle in the lives of spiritual whisperers, settle between doubt and height. - The cooing of wild pigeons in stiff, and huge mined guano greets one's expensively bought shoes, if - of course - one accidentally steps in feces, and while most people on the bus or subway look at each other curiously, who stinks so much?!

Until then, the guilty person in charge had better get off at the next stop, they can't like poty road blitzers either. It's as if people are now deliberately falling from the redemptive but rotting branches of hope, since that only applies to the "privileged". Why does the frail person constantly cling to those who despise him, do not value him at all, and are forever manipulative duplicitous?!