COLLECTIVE SUBCONSCIOUS PRISON DIARY

From the christened shackles of greedy selfishness through the communal desire for social travel, perhaps all the way to the inner subconscious of the so-called collective structures; in this narrowly constrained Existence, locked in the spiral of the self, man is increasingly forced to withstand the blows of the headwinds, because it is difficult to grasp the essential truth of things and connections. Today is torn away countless times out of compulsion and would rather claim for itself the uncertain Future, or whatever is still left. Halfway between conspiratorial hopes, like chronic drunkards stumbling, man always wants to cling to stray, fugitive, useless patches of memory. 

Misguided, twisted decades eternally glare at witnesses just as they do at submissives who please themselves in the role of victims; It is becoming increasingly difficult to piece together the mornings of everyday life like cheap puzzle pieces through scattered wolf traps. 

A more salutary act of thought could be to distance ourselves from everything so that we can also approach it. We should not lie to ourselves about the chain of stories that have happened; it would be good to awaken to a more honest presence in restless souls. The haunting silence of lasting betrayals is deepening, and even the true intention to help drowns in the depths of the swamp, if there is no benefit or profit behind it. 

- Nowadays, even the defenseless are more likely to be frightened into captivity, because they know that it is hardly possible to be completely independent and free on this earth. We travel up and down the hard-to-survive ruins of childhoods full of wounds; sooner or later, even among increasingly petty secrets, the universal orphanhood that howls within us keeps everyone on a leash. 

We have to keep moving forward, even with phantom pains. They open and close their days, a faithful clown who has been frightened into the world, can the outside world know a more effective holy deceiver than him?!