30.07.2024
Anton Lytaev
The wind blew from east to west and dried my face. A strong wind blew from the ocean and ruffled the strings of my hair. The twilight distance gave no indication of its preference.
The world will never be the same.
And it came to me that the world would never be the same again. And I gathered up my blind expectations and buried them in the dry ground, so that I would not leave them by the roadside and so that I would not tempt those who were traveling in the opposite direction. And I didn't water the ground and I didn't fertilize it. But I trampled the place so that it would not sprout, and leveled it without leaving any traces.
And the wind blew from east to west and dried my face. A strong wind blew from the ocean and ruffled the ropes of my hair. And the twilight distance gave no indication of its preference.