The core of the storm scattered the honey drops of sunlight one by one yesterday; every broken, abandoned memory glittered in it. From the inner lightness, the slimy naked snail skin inside cannot be any more radiant or brighter, at most only stickier. The exhausted, tiring body still secretly tenses at both ends, because even the meaningless word is silent in speech. Why is it necessary now to deliberately and almost ostentatiously abandon the shores of common sense and then of thinking intellect, when nothing else is likely to prevail?!

Because even the dog cannot want to glide in fair chess games and sentence paths, it prefers to choose an easier, more bribeable bumpy path, the gaudy protrusions of Alamus intersections; even complex sentences of absurd conciseness are considered redundant. The unchainedness of hesitant fingers has also left them, because they have learned that only those who have been accomplished are allowed to be attached, while the simple average is also discarded.

Before the one for whom the answers to be decided were truly intended could even ask anything, the ancient answer unsettles; because the one who may know the most now has been a deliberate accomplice and silent for a long time. The narrowing, sluggish shred of emptiness grows deeper in the soul.