AGE DILEMMA

Nowhere was the deserved, desired Life, or dream, the romantic saint-being, which all of us who had been stuck in the fallow fields with tunya-indifference, longed for for so long. The past still croaks tiredly and lamely, like an old, rusty washing machine or a crow. An intoxicating, unwashable stain of dirt floats in the Present. This strange, eccentric intermediate state is difficult now; we can viscerally feel how the conceited-selfish, almost tyrannical shelter of pot-shadows and stigma-wounds grows every day.

It is not necessary to believe anything that was preached or preached, since everyday Reality has become so familiar and familiar. It is enough to calmly stick our Jellyfish heads in the sand, just like the ostrich-birds. - Now the terrible Executioner-Time is still pulling towards an unknown direction, dragging the small-scale, mean man of the Era; There is no future for a long time, we would only cling to the crumbs of the Present without realizing it. While they willingly tolerate the pressure of everyday life in slave-hunting workplaces, in exchange for starvation wages; no more redemptive deposited, forced desire, no more social turmoil is possible to ever understand all this.

Because sooner or later everyone tends to stop, and the snarky, snarky whole quickly disappears. What was once able to function smoothly and efficiently becomes dead, begins to malfunction, because they allowed organized things to run, which are now increasingly put on blacklists. Even so, the final Fate - as it has suffered for so many years - applies to everyone without exception!