You have to understand, that there is nothing joyless and decadent in it. Quite the contrary, it is a pleasure, when lost, that you begin to understand the direction of the path. But something is really dreadful. The time is strung on historical paradigm. The whole eras pass away, replaced by different nations and cultures. The human communities are beckoned and frightened by the future. But then comes the timelessness. The situation, stretched on for years, and concerning the millions of lives is hidden by a blind wall. What was closed and who had built? In it’s depth and coldness, this mystery is like icy dark water. Who abandoned us? Who is engaged in furnishing of our lives? Forcing us to play by his rules and honor his idols. Look through the wall, stepping over a decade. What kind of landscape was stretched here? Cold wind is blowing, leaving ripples on the water… No, the images are too illegible. The fence is too strong. As if you don’t even want to look and step further. Suddenly we startle, pierced by shiver down the spine, as if our
legs were over the edge of the cliff. It seemed to one of us and one has clearly understood, interfered by a momentary fear, that there may be nothing behind that wall — just be a blank gap. Or maybe… that very roadway of alienation: space without the name or destination. We do not regret about the past, we are afraid of the emptiness of the future. This goodbye to the city becomes so meaningful and reasonable by the falsity of ways, summarized by a dead end wall. There must be surely another paths. We are defiantly going further.