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 —