PYRRHON 2026 A.D. The same question. – You are and you are called. The answer with timeless verbs. – The papers and numbers baptized with names unknown. Blind among the blind, I strike the truth for a grain, at least. I hit the words and actions of the unknown self, despite disagreements, in the dream of life the agreement continues. What remains is digging with words as axes to find myself.
OEDIPUS LABOURS – Difficult steps against the stream, river mud at the knees, deep breaths and sweat, dawn. The sun’s rays pierce the eyelids and eyes.
Unfair, unfair, unwillingly to enter the same river, to become myself an answer to the question. Now, with curses in the quiver, I leave, Antigone. I stop. – I will insist, father.
