There is a stillness between us a period of restlessness that ties my stomachin a hangmans noose. It is this same lack in noise that lives there in thedarkness of the grave how it frightens me beyond all things.

Call me crazy but there is something terribly wrong with this city.

Do we not each dream of dreams Do we not dance on the notes of lostmemories Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday since dreamsplay when time is askew Are we not all adrift in the constant sea of trial and when all is done do we not all yearn for ships to carry us home

The woods do that to you they always look familiar long lost like the face of a long-dead relative like an old dream like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreakthat went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testifyby their own lonesome familiarity to this feeling.Taip bna mikuose jie visada atrodo pastami kadai prarasti ibluk lyg seniai mirusio giminaiio veidas tartum sena svajon tarsi nuotrupa pamirtos dainos plaukianios vir vandens o labiau u visk - tarsi auksins prajusios vaikysts aminybs ar prejusios brandos ir visa kas gyva visa kas mir visa irdgla itikusi prie milijon met ir debesys plaukiantys tau vir galvos liudija savo vieniu artimumu jausm.

Someday the people we know are acquainted to become the people we knew. They leave. They leave to pursue the opportunities laid down in their paths and they leave on account of misunderstandings.Their absence causes a vacuum a space an incompleteness which we believe no one can fill. But someday someone eventually does and that someone rekindles our hopes for companionship until the circle continues and is ultimately intervened by the permanence of death.The future is alarming as atrocious as the past. And the friendship the love the memories either remain in our hearts cherished or are forgotten like an undeserving dream.Everything eventually fades away either for the better or worse.Someday the people we know are acquainted to become the people we knew.But then again that someday is not today and so we must be a little more appreciative for the moment for the times for the present because someday everything is going to change.

All is as if the world did cease to exist. The citys monuments go unseen its past unheard and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.