road [Theme]

An unreliable place for dust is the road.

I know, I know, my road is useless.

Those who are united by the road and who are fellow travelers understand each other.

With a formidable song he defeated the enemy.

I should go crazy, but don't tell anyone.

The tale is told quickly, but the road lasts a long time.

The most beautiful road is the one we choose with love.

Just don’t get too proud, I lost this duel, but next time don’t expect mercy, we’ll meet again on a narrow path.

Airports of the nineteenth century!

Airports of the nineteenth century!

The road has come to an end, and then there is no road - such a cessation of love. This is how a part of oneself disappears, not seeing its reflection in the world.

Whatever we do is meaningless, since we are doomed to death from the first second of our conception. What is this all for? Who invented the Universe, showed all the colors, left many questions and doomed it to death? Life is the road to death, no matter what paths we choose. Does all this make sense? And why am I not completely reassured by the possibility of an afterlife? Perhaps this is all because I know for sure that a painful hell awaits me, because I am not a saint. And I doubt that it will be fun there, as some write “there are more people you know in the underworld” and other nonsense. Living life with pain and ultimately ending up in inferno - am I the only one who is depressed by this picture?

Bring a “New Way” from eternal night?

Milliner. Like this. Amazing.