ANARCHIST A_ - TOSKOVAT

ANARCHIST A_ - TOSKOVAT

Today, I remembered hypocrisy. They sell us love, faith, forgiveness, blessings, distractions, dreams. They sell anything if we are willing to buy it. If it is hard to say who "they" are, maybe it's because of us... All we have ever wanted is everything. White-collar promises that children follow, better tomorrows. Only if you work for it, for all the tomorrows. And I wait in the cold, snow on my face, rye in my pocket, hoping for answers for another age. Society remains moribund. And we killed it. How do we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?