Sunday taste

... time is what we need and time is what we lack, and time passes so quickly, that the mirror only - our quiet implacable observer - can objectively testify the truth of this passing and the reality (?!) of our existance...


but today time is melting away. i cannot feel its consistency. in fact, i don't know if i ever could. i always saw a raw of little girls that continue to live in me - where else could they possibly go? a set of those Russian Matrushka dolls, that never fight because they fit perfectly in the same pattern, long time ago designed ... i am dreaming my dreams that dream me like in a never-ending story...