waiting for…

politics is so dull that it drives you out of the chair

the books began to resemble each other

the movies seem drawn to indigo

and the music is played with the same seven notes

words alone cannot cover all this emptiness, this distance

nor the images. no matter how unique

we are so colorless

so we need a lot of paint

to color every moment of life. and it hurts

all this emptiness.

poverty is no longer a viable motivational idea

nor the crushing of the ego. nor competition

we are at a standstill

as big as a meteorite

which destroyed the happiness of the dinosaurs

prostration is the name that coordinates our existence