RAT-RUN UNDER THE WEIGHT OF FAILURES

 Devils and saints who had endured both heaven and prison looked around in a little wakefulness; the soul can now - in any case -, fly away, even on mouse paths, into death flirting with redemption. Here, it seems as if all construction and grounding are now dismantling themselves, but no one is willing to notice or come to their senses. And while our bones are forced to work in a kind of serf-like state, tenaciously, obediently, we often do not notice that they are being tricked, shaken through the sieve of life, wherever possible, the storms of the age of contradictions still return to where they started in their early days. 

Because nowadays - if a person wants to live and prosper at all - he will be a professional swindler, or colorblind, or perhaps even unhappy. Because it is pure selfishness, and a kind of self-pedestal that "some" are currently taking from the conscious pit theory, it would certainly be good to climb out of it sometimes. As if the loose gear were no longer enough to just spin around, a sincere, blunt admission bundled with apologies would be more than enough.

 The luxury elitism of the upper middle class is now boasting in great fashion, because it is the petty alter ego of its own collapse; because those from whom useful profits and interest relationships can be squeezed out at all are being listed and systematized more and more carefully, while the simple so-called prolics are immediately disregarded with a light wave of the hand.

 Pits, hollows, and mud lakes already surround the remains of the living on all sides, the stress-tension and pressure of waking life are increasing, which - it seems - is already the organic result of the deliberately destroyed everyday life. Man now, whether something has begun to malfunction, tangled vegetation in the drowning chaos of brainwashed people; he has known for a long time that he wants to thrive and survive, but in truth, that doesn't come easily or comfortably for him either.