... Autumn arrived... or I’m dreaming... with my feet buried deep in green leafs with yellow veining. Autumn arrived- the time of all neurosis. I fill my lungs with the strong air that smells like ununderstandable aches and I move on. I’m thinking that in a moment of complete madness or irrepetable genius I would kill every intellectual person to stay unique in a city filled with marksmen. Originality. I could overturn the bookcase and chop every single book in order to feed myself from a pile of words and to bluster afterwards that the great literate have passed through me. Schopenhauer salad, Visniec and Shakespeare mashed potatoes, Miller and Eco soup, Garcia Marquez ice cream with Steinbeck syrup- the complete menu. And I would feel more than wise… With teary eyes I turn back the pages, faded by the time’s teeth, and I remember the long forgotten years of the worlds I myself build on a sunny beach, near the rainbow.
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