Victor Pelevin. S. N. U. F. F. (№ 165955)

One hundred and eight. About music.
Those who have lived among the ***as say that they are secretly ashamed of their own sin and try to hit all sorts of tricks. Think to yourself: "Yes, I ***ACE. It just so happened - what to do now... But maybe I'm a genius ***ACE! If I write amazing music! Do you dare to speak ill of the genius musician..." And so all the time, trying to come up with new music, to not be ashamed and continue to charity each other in the hollow. And if done quietly, in a special padded tube place, that everything would be just as irrelevant as the fact that hews to the asshole. But their music you have to listen to every day, for taking her everywhere. And because we do not hear nor wind, nor sea, nor rustle of leaf, nor singing of birds. But just the same empty dead and the sound that you want to surprise, launching it into the sky at different angles.
Sometimes, though, that ***aces broken music system. At such moments, you rush to listen to the silence.