HAZARD PECH SERIES

Objects lie around me like a sleeping flock. This is the concentrated silence of embodied thoughts, the silence after creation, and it is almost touching, as if the first and last flames of dawn light up the dirty horizon. Only the opposite mirror has a separate life in the room. I consider him an all-knowing sage who watches my days - and squints. I am unable to truly feel at home in the changing mirror of irreversible eyes. In millstone-grinding weekdays, sleepless-eyed men, women, old places, early morning walkers walk, gaping gates, throats yawn, the street is endless, barren bridges, houses sway. The shoreless dawn calls out to its victims.

I'd rather lean my shoulder against a door jamb and win one; I despise tricky complications. Everything has an internal law, be it antecedent or effect. The outer glaze is knocked off by the inner Spirit and my judgment cools inside me, the convulsions of my anger loosen. I would forgive everyone with my kindness, but I can't. I don't trust anyone anymore, least of all the people who betray themselves! And I can never get rid of my complicated opponents, who live on the same land as me and find more and more things to criticize my stubborn stubbornness.

Only mimes can thrive here?! In the starless fate, young people waiting and crying out for me, fleeing from loneliness, running away from me, sweet stimulators, merrily breezing on the shores of existence, wakers waving a scarf at departure?! - I ask, while the answer - as a rule - is quite late. Sly Pilates are not merciful, they cheat with the spear of reason and thus prove themselves, like Marci fiercely. The city, how it turns through the huge sieves of time. It would be nice to cherish a human-sized Order!