THE SILENCER
Between heaven and earth, single-minded, worn-out chip bags enrich the green vegetation in the middle of the ring. Defiant human grimaces peep at the fists of skenhead larks, where face-to-face communication is still fashionable. Where a little ceded, womanizing sly gets a horn of plenty from the tabloid media. The "I'll show you" smoulders in its prime, and just for that reason, self-consciousness - otherwise, anyone can defame you: The crust is thick on the sketch of the krpita-indolence of faces, and the false boasting is even thicker!
The stage of the leprosy city is at once deceptive and insidious, as if leaden, cumbersome nodules are emerging from everywhere. Every day new good-sounding lies are transmitted from the raven-spangled branches of Bamba TV antennas, and one is rightly forced to tear one's hair out, asking: Is there anyone else who believes this?! "Hungry children's starry eyes can turn into sharp cries if there is nothing to eat!" It is almost hopeless to fill social gaps, like gaping guts.
Doors and windows are left to become empty, just like the newly announced but useless meetings, castings, dream jobs. Democracy - if it existed - devoured its nameless victims in a twisted way! Both men and women curse here with hearty, plate-smashing curses, like a peculiar mixed cold cut.
– Everyday, trivial problems, petrified distances will become insurmountable. The rotting plaster of Infinity creaks and creaks with silent, unnoticed noises. And later, when the wall stones of the moments become more and more visible, in which the past and the future were just as present, the avid and single-minded hairline cracks of livability will seep through the memory-sized gap!
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Written on May 04, 2024
Submitted by oasev on May 03, 2024
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