the dark room. Can't see further than my nose. Although I'm not a laborer my hands are covered with calluses. This reminds me of raining days. Gray autumn days. This noise I'm hearing sounds like clock's ticking. The time is running out. Flying out. It's crumbling. My battery power is running out as well. I'm chasing down rats. Something undefined is spinning around lightbulbs and dancing. Is it a fly or is it UFO? Where did it came from? I float in the infinite dark space. it's like sitting in the room and waiting for something. My hands aren't moving. I need light.

Everything repeats over and over, new round - last round. I shuddered. This is way too unusual for me. Frame by frame the beauty of gone days is fading. Round and round. This suffocating monotony. Sooner or later I need to do something. everything is passing by me, floating away everyone is in a hurry for something but me. I'm just sitting on the front porch crafting my first paper plane. Sometimes I just like to recollect memories of those days when things were still good. Remembering times in pioneer camp. this is way too old-fashioned. Happiness. And smile. AIR-KISSING. Flowering peach. Ripening of apple. Back than everything was so pleasant. Easiness of existence. My feet wet with dew. In the end the only thought that lasts in my head is "is that all?" But I can't remember when and where those memories took place. All I can remember is that person, who told me about Čapek and Singapore. Abyss of thoughts. Light of one single thought. Those obscure feelings and uneasy memories... in times like this I wish to get drunk. So why can't I? Well...

My backyard has changed. there are so many trees so many plants so many friends but no one's here. Deafening silence. Light of memories. Everlasting light. The lonely bench that stays under flickering lamp. - The beginning of uninteresting journey - away from garden going-running as fast as I can I'm so far away from home it's frightening The rain is hunting me stealing the good mood. I'm coming closer to railroad crossing. This warning alarm is unbearable to hear; It feels like my eardrum is going to be ruptured therefore I will become deaf. now I see the train in the middle of the field The huge blue train. I thought Makoto Shinkai was looking at me sitting in the passing railway carriage. Maybe he have been thinking about some anime girl which will be featured in his new movie (yes I'm a fucking nerd) I watched him disappear in distance. maybe I'm in some kind of jrpg? seems so. I'm standing on the green field during hot summer (everything around me is green as well). and there is epic robot battle I wish I could be in this train. Choo choo choo choo. this sound reminds me of something important but it's not important to me anymore I'm not the same Not to mention I can hardly remember the face of that person who told me about Čapek and Singapore. Far far away grasshoppers chirrup. I hear them even through ringing in my ears. I'm lonely. It's getting dark. The time is running out. I'm looking for the time I had lost. This ringing noise won't go away. The train is heading on south. It always heads south. Beware of trains.

every day is like a miracle every day everyday we are living endlessly in present time every day is interesting every day is fine everyday everyone lives so happily everyday we learn something new everyday is the same We get it. Please, shut up. Stop it! Finally we've arrived. To pioneer camp? Singapore? To another galaxy by UFO? To Japan drawn on the piece of paper? I don't know. The waves are splashing against seashore. Am I sleeping? I didn't know there was such huge storage reservoir in our humble city. Well it seems at least I know this place. Or is it better to say KNEW this place. Now I assume nobody knows it. We are approaching the City. of course it's a futuristic cyberpunk city with monorails and headhunters. and don't you even forget about mega-corporations The stores are stuffed with blue/black/yellow/pink shadows. Some communication lines are broken transmitting solitary aimless electrical signals. Houses. Lonely houses. Skyscrapers. There are many. Many different. But now they are abandoned. Either starlight either lights from plane that have float past are being reflected in the water. The sky covers and strangles me. Ties rope around my neck. My hands are shaking. They feel how indifferent are the walls in this alley. Those walls are so cold. Where is my home. Why is it so hard to breath? My thoughts are running. Blood is running in my veins. Out my veins. The streets are scarlet. I can see those people without eyes. Without mouth. They are blue. And pink. And purple. Green. Black. They are in hurry. This ringing started in my ears again. This time not because of car noises or warning alarms but because of hard unsettling feelings that were swarming in my head. Those feelings are multiplying each second. Maybe I am sleeping after all? How to get out from this maze? everybody is going away I'm going as well somewhere away away away away away away away we're going to study together than we're going to work together learn about something new I can see old people they're so careless It's starting to repeat itself and I certainly don't like this at all. My whole body resonates with heartbeat. Those thoughts are cornering me. "Please stand by" I can feel myself taller than anybody else in the world from my height I can see what everyone down here are doing everybody are working serenity is welling up inside of me By the way how long am I living in this village? And why am I still unemployed? maybe l'm somewhat like a God in a way I can't breath. I can't run. Live. I decided to take a seat on the bed. The bed creaked unpleasantly. I wonder can I apply some sort of lubricating oil to quiet it down?

wires houses windows on walls sky birds road the street people are outside domestic people are inside Police officers are wearing strange uniform that consists of protective suit and helmet that looks like costume from some action movie. Going straight is most important thing here. Someone's in hurry and desperately wants to be somewhere in time. Back alley. The walls are still cold. I don't know who am I but I'm not caring about myself I'm caring about others I think someone is after me. Is it that person, who told me about Čapek and Singapore? I'm leaving my footsteps behind to return back (if something happens). It's easy to get lost here. Heartbeat of the City is accelerating. By this moment I realised that it's better to avoid the high streets. I can hear police sirens alarming in distance. Quiet. The loud breath. I'm looking for light. Running running running. From one street lantern to another. I jumped. Then I've pressed my cheek against something. I've pressed my whole body against it. My whole "myself" is being pressed. My hands are shaking. Running from one home to another. everything is so blurry my eyes are like defocused camera lens it feels like I'm wearing glasses that don't suit me. there is no define structure this place is changing itself too fast. Those people in oriental clothes are flooding this place although the weather is cloudy and not so warm. Surrounding area distorts by every intervention in its border (walls). I'm imagining spheres with sharp corners. Their movement is hard to understand. But in fact there are no walls here. lounge eastern music is playing from speakers. is it fire alarm on spaceship? Looks like I fell asleep again. Where is my home? Is the chase over? Will they chase me again? I'm feeling good but I'm tired already but to be fair I think the opposite. bartender give me more of this green shit please

everything is peaceful in this place no fuzz here. Not a word in my head only pictures. this silence is uncomfortable. but I continue my trip no matter what while going I draw my attention on things around me but it's not interesting at all anymore for me myself is the only thing around and it feels good I'm minding my own business I keep leaving footsteps behind. Going straightforward is the main priority.

Weird sunshine from outside penetrates through windows inside compromising leakpoofness of this sealed environment but in exchange it illuminates the dust in this room in a beautiful way making it colorful and this is definitely new for this place. Nobody's here. There's only me. Breath is being stuck in my throat. Photo frames are covered by webs of time. Coziness, staleness and warmness. I remember this so well. Even too well to be fair. Locking sound. Squeaking floor. looks like someone has turned the lights on and started examining the basement. he's just walking around looking at pickled fetuses in jars and other fucking experiments. I don't like it here I always don't feel so good in here I'm always seeing things here I WON'T SIT ON THIS TABLE ANYMORE I WON'T LAY ON THIS BED ANYMORE I WON'T FALL ASLEEP ANYWAY I know this place since childhood and I don't like it You won't get away from here. I'm home.

the leaves are rustling under my feet. The quiet and gentle giggle. Your hair. Hands. Fingers. Lips. Tongue. I'm in parallel universe. The stars here are so huge like we're on a north pole. The wonders of nighttime. Roofs. Deserted streets. It's just a dream. It's just a memory. Light. I know that it's dangerous but I really really want it. I wanted it than and till now. Fresh air's inspiring me. I can feel how warm your body is. Only the moon illuminates parts of your tanned skin. You and me. So close. To me. You're here. You. Your face. Is different. It's not the same. But we keep holding hands no matter what. Please say something. You, I want you all to get back to me even for nanosecond. You are all I need. Don't hate me. Please. I remember now. The stars in the sky are spinning around me. It's morning. Now I really need to go. Luckily the train station is not that far away. I've noticed some movement in the sky. Is it bird? Or maybe it IS UFO? The sunshine is so dazzling that I couldn't see clearly. But what I can see is railway station. I'm here. The waving grass is sensitive to every movement in the air. Although it's still hot and sunny I can see big rainy clouds appear on the horizon. Suddenly UFO disappeared. The stars here are so huge like we're on a north pole. UFO. is so dazzling I couldn't see clearly. Roofs. Memories. Light. Deserted streets. Tongue. Lips. railway station. The wonders of nighttime. I'm in parallel universe. it's still hot and sunny however UFO disappeared. than and till now The quiet and soft giggle; the leaves are rustling under my feet. Fresh air. Your face. Luckily it's dangerous But we keep holding hands to railway station even for nanosecond Please say something. we keep holding hands sensitive to every movement in the air waving rainy clouds like we're on a north pole I really really want bird? or waving grass however I can see big as You. on the horizon. You and me. So close. I couldn't see clearly I know that, however, than and untill now, say something. Don't pull me somewhere Suddenly inspiring disappeared me me. feel You, I'm warm in your body So close. To me. So So close. Is different. It's not the same. . You are all I need. hate. Please. I remember now. stars are spinninging. morning. need to go. . in the sky however .. stars are spinning. Please Don't

I suspect that all personnel, train drivers and conductors are delaying departure on purpose. I fell asleep spacing out at my sneakers. Turned off all my thoughts. Escape... I'm stuck again in this disgusting place I don't like it here. it's like prison for robots. Nobody's around. Where is a train driver? Train moves by itself. Train is moving. Choo choo. Choo choo. It's the sound of dystopia.

I don't know why but I started imagining people saying goodbye to me outside my window. They're waving their hands holding handkerchiefs, flags and even dried branches. Imagining this I feel like a hero that leaves the motherland to do some brave deed. But in reality I'm not a hero. I'm just returning home. My mood is unstable. I hear radio playing from the next carriage; now I want to dance I want this to continue forever. but music suddenly stops. My fingers are cold. My whole body is cold but the heat is being radiated deep inside in me. Sun gone down. The sky is slowly turning pitch black. The sea is smiling at me. The sea is turning dark as well. maybe I'm just confused right now but I feel happy looking up in the beautiful sky Nice and gentle the wind calms me down and puts back to sleep. But I won't sleep anymore. I'm flying to the sea. To the seashore. To the water. However I can't remember where is my home anymore and why I don't know those cities on my tickets? those glitches again... Is it just a simulation too? :((( Seagulls cry asking me to feed them. But I don't have anything to give them. I've never had anything. My words are turning into dotted line as they escape my mouth. I am the sea. I am a memory. I am that heat inside of me. And I suddenly feel like I am Makoto Shinkai as well. I am the beauty of gray routine days. I am their ugliness. My delayed hours and minutes - now I can spend them as I wish. The sea gently kisses my cheek. This is parallel universe. I think I'm happy. Thank you.

The grass tickles my feet. By its green overflows. Step by step. Stepping on a cold sand. I can see my footprints again. They are being washed away by waves. In return waves are splashing against rocks. They crumble. The time is crumbling. The sea gives me a sad look. something's off but I don't understand what exactly. maybe the sea and this scenery are illusions. no. it's not the sea. it's a swamp. the swamp as deep as sea and as unexplored as sea. Water is up to my knees. I can't feel them. But I feel good. Depth invites me. summer is in the air I want to bathe in sea I want someone near me right now but it seems nobody's here I still feel uneasy I didn't even noticed that I've started thinking again about this man who told me about Čapek and Singapore. I tried to remember some happy songs. That's how I'm spending my time. That's how my clocks are ticking. My endless footsteps and infinite time are approaching zero. but I'm feeling good I feel good doing splashy-splashy alone. The sea kisses my cheeks. The Moon is being reflected by water. What did this man look like? For some reason I feel like he looked damaged. His face was wrinkled and he was smoking all the time. but I feel that I'm mistaking at the same time Slowly I go deeper. Sea is light. I can feel how deep it is. To stop thinking underwater - is it possible?.. Was he bearded, moustached or shaved? His hair were dark or blonde?.. Whaaaat?? Is my trip already over? Well then farewell my dear friends! Now I've reached the balance in my mind. I'll stroll by the seashore once more behind the scenes and then I decide whether I want to go forward or backward. Thanks for the company. Now we'll fall asleep here. Under the stars. Together. Together forever. In this world that was created for us.

Alone again. In unbearable loneliness. This railway station (where my journey has ended) is now rainy and cloudy. Water drops in sink. Silence's unnerving me. What's with me? it's like I've drowned in swamp. so dark. Dark black house. Footsteps. I took my both bags and entered dark reception. Was this machine gun always with me?..