Painkiller

For centuries, man has arrogantly been trying to discover the purpose and the origin of - himself.
Trying to see, how he is and how he is not. How he is bad, and how can he become better. Knowing how one is bad is the way of becoming better.
That is the only merit of religion. Everything left is nothing - void.

Religion .. ? Power, control ..
Merits, that all speak for themselves.
By and for,
the arrogant, evil man.

Voids, nothing more.

Plastic autumn skies.

The usual view. The smell, the idleness, the passiveness, the state of gloom in a middle-sized industrial town. The disturbed or even non-existent idea of future hangs over the heads of people who are like children; so sure they are right, so scared of the future.

During centuries here, things seem not to have changed significantly. What history tells us is what we are. Sometimes, a fake hope, an illusion, appears in the skies. For the people. For their hope.

In the skies, drenched with poison and gasses, where real hopes are incinerated before they are born.

Skies. Fake, plastic skies.

Man-hives of Ljubljana.

The alternative beauty of a peculiar socialist ideology. Still, not as many one would have expected to see. Especially a foreigner. Take for example the massive communist-style buildings of the curtained countries such as Hungary, Slovakia or the Czech republic - the massive complexes which provided modest housings for the so-called middle-class society that had been created by the ideology of the curtain.
Now, these giants stand abanoned, giving it up for the products of the western ideology. The markets, the restaurants, the massive shopping centres ... The architecture of the bright, happy future - where you are free.
Free to buy whatever you can afford.

Six

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