exit

so tired these days, moving feast. when it all be over i will go to germany. it will be autumn. i will stand alone on the shore of baltic sea. everything is going to be gray, metal. the corpse of berlin will be far behind me. the silence. the rain. i will stare into the realm of the dead. this is where europe ends this way or another. and though i will return back to prague, my soul will stay there forever.

::: as you tell where the night is :::