Sitting in front of your hateful PC and languishing from loneliness. Thoughts thicken like jelly in a deepfreezer, eyes almost start to yawn, mouse pointer slowly moves to Solitaire icon. But suddenly your mailbox clatters – Oh, those wonderful mail slits of Irish Georgian doors! – the mail has arrived. And you’re happy with this moment of freedom and have a good reason to leap up from your familiar spot and rustle with your slippers cheerfully as you go out to the corridor. Today my mailbox clattered four times. And what have I received?
Daily Archives: January 19, 2007
Snow
Beautiful snow silently falling down. I went outside and let snowflakes kiss my face. Cold and fresh. And melting and dissapearing..Like everything in urge for permanency, trying to clame its existence but changing into nothing and appearing from nothing too. Magic feeling of blissful soft drops running down my chicks like tears of quiet joy for stilness that is in between the flakes and silence of hypnotic dance of the snow.
03/03/2006
Paper Labyrinth


Have you ever had a feeling that your mind is like a huge paper bin and an endless labyrinth in the same time. And you’re walking through it looking at tones of information that you thought you never would remember but it is there on the back shelves of your brain. Stored, labelled and waiting for you when you’re out of prison.
They say there are the ways to find all this old junk and clear head space. But I guess without your participation there’s nothing can be fixed with existing technology. Maybe in some secret labs as seen in many movies where they zombify new remboes and politicians they can do it already. Normal people like us have to be brain-washed by good old TV advertisement and queue for the impressive brain technology like to outer space journey only accessible by crazy reach people that don’t know how to entertain themselves anymore with their billions of stock-market gambling and oil money.
Well, I’ll stick to my meditation for now. Nothing clear your brain like looking into great emptiness for half an hour.