I woke to a light rain.
I accepted it and listened.
The blackbirds were silent.
I’m in Slovakia; I was born here.
Ekecs. Yesterday, Budapest.
Meanwhile, I was staring at a map of Argentina.
“Should I travel to Tokyo?”
I was bored with all of them.
Human’s culture is childish
Every country is pointless.
What is this? What word?
The atavistic or-and archaic?
Money isn’t civilised…
Religion isn’t about doing good…
But the silence... a smile—
they’re somewhat comforting
Obvious, fitting answers
To this self-satisfied,
grasping human world
And every morning, waking up in it,
I have to remind myself
That sadly, it exists—
And it’s more
than just a nightmare.
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