Distorted Reasonings, Banned Thresholds

 Like a thrown billiard ball, the city's day-long sacred chaos is thrown from street to street across the street; the chirping grandmotherly chaos of women carrying plastic bags, the howling of stray dogs, which splits the stale, musty air. While some homeless people are rummaging through smelly bins or garbage containers for returnable bottles, but only until the sanitation professionals arrive. 

Slowly, total depopulation is occurring not only on the outskirts of the city; tingling pinpricks inside and out also cut through the poles of the soul. As if the average person were a kind of sieve that deliberately filters through itself the degrees of manipulation and deception. 

They considered all kinds of small-mindedness when they were simultaneously hasty and side-talking; why do you always have to apologize for something that would actually be completely natural, like a selfless request for help?! Even warning nothings slowly break apart if you don't watch out for them, side streets gradually swallow up your sneaking, stealthy friends.

 It would be good to back away from the stage for good, while all reciprocal greetings are getting steeper and steeper. Only "some" have managed to create houses of cards from the layers of lies that have become fossilized in the human soul, which then collapsed almost immediately; careful orientation is increasingly difficult to obtain or acquire without the protection of trust. 

Forbidden thresholds, closed doors and windows can only be opened by the privileged, as if the formula for eternal prosperity were reserved for them alone. The distorted reasoning of compromisers still torments people, since weakness is both dizzying and universally unsettling.