ATTITUDE IN A MASQUE-MANNERA Poem by Tasi83![]() Many people are now leaning back in existence even more than crabs in a dawning sunset, because now they are living the greedy fever of the minute-man, the exhibitionist intoxication, the allure of goals is increasingly tempting and luring them away. The bleakness of everyday life that has become shameless, stripped bare awaits us, a small mass of stray, difficult-to-cook pork-fries, which are difficult to eat because they are not rotten. They say - mainly - in Western Europe that we are becoming more and more stupid, idiotic, because in every historical lesson situation we continue to let potential great powers take advantage of us; and this is a question of existence. With a half-scrambled, half-jelly-like, malleable Mask-Death, we will be even more indebted, because no funeral can be affordably cheap in the Örkény way, and of course comfortable. Because there is no center anymore, no organized middle class that would regularly recognize who is lying in a kind of diligent autodidact way, and who can still tell the truth here?! We cannot go much further with polite behavior, because a person is not able to shed his skin like a snake, so that he can start everything as a new tabula rasa. Nowadays, fierce waves of all kinds of digital information matrix-flows are crashing over our heads and the simple average person either bangs his head against the wall or diligently tears out the remaining, balding tufts of hair, i.e. that there can always be a scam message that, if it falls through, can even drain his checking account. And if a man denies himself - he is afraid - he can become a villain at any time.
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