DEAD ROADS, THE CONSPIRACY OF IMPOSSIBLES

 The petty intrigues of senseless forces - indeed - can be seen in action even now. Disguised troubles still survive everything and everyone. For how many are hanging around here, forming rights for the Whole, that you. a traitor is now the hallmark of the diligent profiteer, the unprofitable never reaches the goal in life. Even the accomplice is a coward among thieves. The haunting pursuit of our petty fears echoes in the confused dreams of our night visions... The filth of tomorrows seems to be woven through and through by an unconscious, vile instinct. Even eternal friendships have become occasional mementos. Why is it now necessary to stare at the blind and uncertain Future several times at once, which - in principle - is still to come?! The Soul perhaps suspects all the wrong paths within; Everyone is already grinding between home and work. 

Silent crime scenes constantly accuse those who have done nothing; the collective sigh of fellow instincts is difficult to understand, especially since our petty gestures have become a muddle. While some just nestle within themselves, they cannot dilute their concentrated spiritual world - but necessarily, those who are truly important and worthy of love are even hidden in abundance. 

The scheming Present has also come up with self-destructive questions of fate, with many, many fragments of questions like "what next?". Self-consuming, perfect slavery consigns its defenseless victims to the depths of the cell. Cruel guilts lurk and chew on the senseless, especially those who have no right to defend themselves. All dead-end secrets, so many idle passages have been straining each other every day for a long time now, that even those who slide up their asses or crawl in the dust would have loved to stone each other.

 And while future doubts are now being stripped from the poles of man in minutes, like layers of chitin, everyday life can no longer be solvable, confusing equations.