[English translation]

New day, new month, new year. In front of eyes dark, can’t see anything. Will light up millions of candle so that everything becomes light and warm. No, light up even two millions candles, in front of eyes is dark, you can’t see anything. Want to run away, go away, hide, break away, but can’t. Mechanism. Keep on marching. Someone, who is in your brains, who is in your consciousness or in subconsciousness dictates something. You don’t feel him, but know, that he is in you, dominate over your consciousness, subconsciousness, brains. You’re mechanism. You move. You do what he asks. You don’t know who he is and what he wants. In the course of time you become numb. You go, move, do all what he orders. Open one door and go, you’re gone. You go farther and open next. And so ahead, ahead many doors. You think that it is exit, but you’re wrong. There is no exit and no entrance. There is no beginning, no continuation, there’s only mechanics –global and infested. Mechanics. You go without knowing why and where you go and where you finally will come. You just go. He is in your brains, he rules over you, he orders everything and he knows what he wants. But you, you’re only mechanism, you’re marionette he pulls. You’re like doll. He is strong. He knows what he wants; he will get it. Slowly you’re going mad. In front of your eyes is no more darkness but senseless everyday scene – sun shines or rain rains, machines, trolleys, buses, shops, vitrines. People walk, hurry, and spit on streets, read newspapers, watch TV. Nothing has changed. Mechanics. This world has become mechanic. People have made it mechanic. And he, infiltrating in our brains, consciousness, subconsciousness, has reached what he want. He is strong, he knew what he wants. He has reached it, but he continues to go further. In front of eyes there is darkness again, brains empty, no soul. Everything is sold, everything is lost. Suddenly, all is lost. Darkness. No space, no time, nothing. You are alone in dark room. You’re afraid, you’re cold, you’re hungry, you want to scream. You want to live, but can’t. You’ve become mechanism; you have to do what he wants. Only that, what he wants. You’ve become mechanism in his hands, in his strength. You don’t have your thoughts anymore, all is lost. In front of your eyes is black darkness. And he will come to destroy it all to create new life – mechanic.

New month, new year. In mechanic world nothing has changed yet. And will not change in closest three millions years. On some lonely isle, some threadbare wild looking man has lighted up billion candles for every people, for each, for himself or just so, to make everything warm and light. Senselessness continues. Existentialism is lost. There is no place for human on this world, they are replaced by mechanism. With mechanisms are easier, they don’t create problems. Human for them own have created depressions, neurosis, and pathologies. Human.