AGE-WASTING

Countdown. Like when a baby tries to walk; first he balances on four legs with a hesitant wobble, then he tries a little more daringly on two, then he falls, fidgeting and tumbling. But while one of the babies shakes itself easily and continues to try, the weepers are not so easily comforted by their parents.

And so we move on for days, months, and later decades, and yet in many cases we feel that little changes. As they approach the compromises of solutions, there are always one or two wisecracking idiot-buffoons disguised as smart-asses who trash existing film ideas, workable screenplays, new contemporary literary volumes that have gone beyond many a certain limit! Why is it that the only way to get to the "forbidden literature" is through a tent of tinfoil under the counter, the increasingly bumpy road?! And when will parks be created in a meaningful way, in addition to permanent tree felling and tree planting, so that the overcrowded city does not continue to die of suffocation?!

The cool oak leaves on Margaret Island are also turning yellow; the new running track and sports centre are slowly banishing the entire living world to another island. More and more Hollywood self-made celebrities come and see, and while training, they chat with the common people; what are their intentions?! A few celebrities turn up and stretch their deliberately dislocated limbs while the man-darling hypocrisy continues.

And everyone is already stale, lie under, self-manure-pile of manure with a cheerful mood, instead of trying to start something with "tabula rasa" pages, which is already ruined, is totally spoiled! And while the average dry bread is no longer fit to eat, as even hen's eggs have become more expensive, the latest cooking shows feature some starlets with a taste for c**k and a needle and a coke habit frying up a nightsade pie and a cocaine-addled butterfly!