Analysis of Zone Zero

 
I'm afraid I'll fall asleep at last, until someone finds me stealthily. They'll see me no more in the whirl of desire-digging evenings. The defiant web of my loneliness will be my only refuge at night.

Existence is now in every case rushing down the precipices. I am a ghost of this crisis, of this present time totally turned inside out. anyone can be crucified, ruined as a scapegoat, because the more profit-hungry world is always more ruthless. By the time anyone heeds the call, the soul is staggering inside. You can't see through the gutting urban jungle that has settled over you.

Why is it that we all look to hidden, pathetic little Anonymous for meaning, when there is not one who can act with dignity?! Why does everything have to be carefully debated, or brought up for re-criticism, for speculative criticism, when it has already been proven to work?

Why can't the erroneous theses of those who suffer from brain-cramps be refuted right away?! - Total idiocy is only a prelude to the final stampede of mindlessness in education. Everyone knows that the poison spreading can deprive its chosen people of the light of knowledge.

It plays into the hands of bitang accomplices the chance dictated by common sense that it is possible to creatively search for connections on one's own - even the blind-signs of slimy predator-prey warnings, threats admonitions are groped here by the blind-unseen alongside the sighted.

Even the voice that once dared to ask questions, the proud voice, is now pressed down to layers beyond the senses. The prophetic word is replaced by a vague voice of deed and truth.

Into a sun-fired Nirvana zone all that once was the gentle, redeeming cradle of thought falls. When will the digital shackles of brain-dampened cordon-systems be voluntarily torn asunder?!