Is it really possible, you know, as they say,
that everything that could have been said,
had already been told?
Is it possible,
that all that now is,
is meaningless,
devalued,
repeated over and over for billion times
like this very page,
just a repetition of past?
Did we fall into archeology of words,
picking the ones that are the least trivial?

Did we miss the end of history?
Did we exhaust ourselves,
while we were busy loving,
praying,
fucking,
inventing yet another solution how to not die,
that we didnt notice it ended already?

Did we really devalued ourselves to such level,
that all that is left is survival,
for whatever reason
and at any cost?

So, how about now?

Eternity is a mere moment, just long enough for a joke.

opravdu to nebyl zas tak spatny den,
mel jsi hlad a pozoroval jsi
labute v parku
a koukal ses, jak krouzi dokola,
bylo ticho
a ty sis prohlizel jejich peri, sije,
oci.
chvili jsi premyslel o tom,
ze by sis jednu chytil, zabil a snedl,
ale
stejne jsi ji nemel na cem
uvarit.
a taky jsi vedel, ze bys to
nedokazal.
bylo hodne veci, ktere jsi
nedokazal.
taky proto ses valel o hladu
v mestskem parku.

v tom se ozvaly hlasy a
byla to mlada slecna v letnich
satech a mela s sebou
mladence a oba se
smali.

podival ses na ne a byli
mrtvi,
hodil jsi je do
hrobu
a byli z nich kosti
a lebky.

pak ses zvedl z
travy a nechal je tam i s
labutema.

vysel jsi z parku,
ocitl ses na hlavni ulici,
vydal ses na prochazku,
chuze mela neco do sebe,
a nebyl to zas tak spatny
den,
den jako kazdy jiny,
prochazis se po ulici,
mozek si po svem filtruje
svet -
a naraz se ti
rozbreskne.
rozhodl ses, ze byt sam je
neco uzasneho
a zazracneho.
nic jineho totiz
nema
smysl.