SelfPub: Can't fit...

It is impossible to fit in the mind an indisputable fact: red bricks, concrete structures will never be able to convey the life of their inhabitants. People, in the manner of ghosts, constantly scurry between the camps, leaving not a single biographical notch on them. It is impossible, peering through the windows, to see frames from the past. Just as it will not be possible to hear the echo of past confessions and the cries of those who were overwhelmed with mental anguish or love ecstasy. Even the cards in the photo album are not able to share the secrets of someone else's or their own being. There is only a moment - the living of the event itself, and after that everything turns into mortal dust.