When the beating piece of meat embodies this shallow world
When the earth swills your tears just to be trodden on by its inhabitants
When your conduct seeks to please the mortals
Your purposes are but worldly satisfaction
When you merely stand on their countenance
When their hollow uproars define your existence
Your gaunt eyes are but hideous gleam of self-abasement
When cold dark trenches are overgrown by sky-scrappers
When daylight sky is not so much dome of life as sphere of hypocrisy
When the blinding light renders you short-sighted
The horizon is brought to you through the immense heap of layers upon your eyes
Oh, this is the world, exquisite!
You’re afraid of the dark, where everyone reveals their true faces.
— el Dokki, May 2nd 2015 —