the air [Theme]

Not very comfortable, hard to breathe.

Every time my mother pretends that there are no problems, although there is a whole ocean of problems around us. Having suffered a terrible shipwreck, we are drowning in these problems, floundering in icy water, which makes our whole body cramp, choking, gasping for air. I have the opportunity to get my mother and me a lifeboat, to get out, to be saved... But my mother ignores my attempts to help in every possible way. Moreover, she is ready to drag me along with her to the very bottom. Twist around my neck exactly the same rope with cobblestones, which she has been wearing for several years now, and drag it into the viscous silt, so that the last thing I saw was a strip of warm yellow color - hope for my happy future.

Spring comes to Wisteria Lane every year. It's time when the air filled with aromas is intoxicating, the eyes are caressed by the fluttering of butterflies, the ears are caressed by the buzzing of the first awakened bees. Then, in the spring, the sympathies of men turn into obsession.

That's how it is now...

Every day I go out into the hot air and eat this Indian rubbish - peyote. I sit down in this desert and think... But my thoughts always return to you, Griselda. I do not know why. It must be because you are the unknown. It's not about Papo or Panesso. Only the sky presses on you. Your every day.

- And this no longer falls under the jurisdiction of the FBI, the Bureau of Indian Affairs is responsible for this.

Spring, she is like that - a windy, delicate nature, dreamy, the main thing is to keep up with her...

And all these stupid people, Roderick... If you don’t want Ligadon, don’t buy it. If you don't want to get hooked, don't lean on it. They are angry that we made it available and desirable. You idiots, this is our job! These people... First they want a cheap lunch in five minutes, and then they whine that it's made of crap and plastic. McDonald's would only serve coleslaw if people ate it. It's there, but people don't buy it. We'll do research on AIDS, diabetes and heart disease, but first we'll figure out how to make old penises stand five minutes longer. What is the market share of sluggish members, Roderick? Sixty, seventy percent of the market belongs to the pharmaceutical industry? That year the Pentagon spent eighty-three million on Viagra. Meanwhile, the fucking Supreme Court is doing its thing: overturning women's constitutional right to abortion, taking away not only their choice, but their future, their potential. We turn men into inseminators, and women into factories producing what? - poor labor force. Which one will spend what? - the little that earns for consumption. And what desires do we inspire in them? - at home, which they cannot afford. Cars that poison the air. Disposable plastic. Clothes made by hungry children in third world countries. And they want it all so badly that they beg, scream, insist. And the problem... is us? These stupid monsters, these money-grubbers, these greedy mouths. They blame you and me for everything. They themselves invented us. They always needed us. So you and I have nothing to embarrass, brother. It's time to pay. So let’s not hide in the basement as if we have something to be ashamed of. No. Not for us. You and me against the world. Let death itself appear! If she wants damn Madeleine Usher, she should look me in the eye first.

- Yes, I am sure!

People forget that they are also part of the cycle of life. If there are no forests, the air will deteriorate. If there is no soil, the water will spill and flood everything. In this world, everything is connected by the cycle of life, so people living on this earth need a guide.

Drowning people drown because the water is too close, but those who survive do not drown because there is air nearby.

The atmosphere of December days is incomparable. Only these days does the heart beat so fast, and in the soul, like a flower from under the freshly fallen snow, timid hope blooms. Hope for all the brightest and kindest things that must certainly happen.

The sky is still covered with a dark veil of night velvet, but after some time the first timid rays of the new day will begin to slowly flow to the ground through the lush feather bed of clouds. The windows of the houses are becoming more elegant every day, the faces of passers-by are becoming more joyful and mysterious, the air from all sides is filled with the aroma of spruce resin, coffee and mulled wine, hot cinnamon buns and an unusual freshness and softness for December. It seems as if now everything around is in continuous motion, everything is spinning on a noisy carousel of New Year's days.... and at home... at home there is hot tea under the measured ticking of a clock in the kitchen somewhere overhead, at home it is always warm and calm, and if listen very, very carefully, then one day you can accidentally hear how in the right corner, where there are jars of tea and aromatic herbs on the shelf, the most comfortable thing in the world, good happiness, will turn from side to side...

Gloomy thoughts about life.