So, let us go on.
«Shit, what can prevent the Doomsday? Maybe only Chip n Dale»
Dasha Pavliuchenko
«By the way, Chip and Dale are great rescue rangers! If only people were kinder. If only they were like Chip and Dale, and that girl, Gadget, then people would stand a chance. Their world would be much better. I think they just didnt have enough time. But we had».
Oleg Seriy
«Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital».
Oscar Wilde
«There are few people like me», he said. As he told me, his name was Shaitan. Sometimes he appeared and sometimes he vanished. Nobody believed that he really existed but he was my friend. It is just that I didnt believe it was his true name.
And she, who was standing in front of me with her mouth full of water, didnt believe in him, too. She had slim arms and I had her. Now she was standing twisting her finger at her temple and muttering without opening her mouth that he was insane. She meant Shaitan, of course. I personally was completely all right. So why was she looking at me like that?..
Anyway, it was true. He had lost his grip long ago.
He was fed up with his life and he was planning to leave this world, or rather to fly away on the Hercolubus. That is what he used to tell me. Sometimes I felt thatI shared his dreams. But then Shaitan met her and everything changed. A very strong emotion developed inside him and he couldnt keep it out of his mind. He also couldnt forget her curly hair and her beautiful eyes, her slim shape, the shine of her lips and her clear voice which touched so deeply the chords of his pure soul. They went to the theatre together. Just once. And that was enough for him to stop being able to sleep, to eat, to drink without thinking of her. That night he wasnt asleep either. He just couldnt fall asleep. He got up, sat at the table and began to write. Those lines of him. He wasnt eager to die anymore. He wanted to live. She was his Muse. It was her who gave him the desire to live again and he turned his back to Death. It would be wrong though to say that he didnt like death anymore or ceased thinking about it. He just decided to accept it but to live without Death. And for living with the one he loved he had to turn his backto Death and then just to go ahead into Life
She picked up the phone at midnight because she didnt master telepathy. She heard his merry voice.
Today is your Birthday as the day you were born has just begun and I wish you to celebrate it happily.
Well, its up to you
And I also wish you to eat every day like you eat on your Birthday, during all this year and your whole life and even during your life after death
But if I eat every day like I eat on my Birthday, I wouldnt be able to force myself through the door.
But I didnt say you should spend every single day like this. I just wish you could afford it
And what are you going to give me as a Birthday present?
I promised not to tell you.
Tell me, please.
Ill give you invisible balloons and inaudible crackers. Here you are I have to go now
I realized long ago that you and I are just holograms or systems. I tried to find the place where holograms didnt exist anymore Illusions that was everything she had. And even that place, her Birthday and all the guests were mere projections. Only my present for her invisible balloons and inaudible crackers were not projections on her Birthday. And that is because my present was imaginary. Only imagination is not a hologram. I managed to find the place I was looking for so long. This place is my Imagination. It dwells inside my mind.
Then her Birthday was over and nobody seemedto understand what I had given her for a present. She was not very glad either, so I took my invisible presents and shuffled home listening to the chink of the sands and the rustle of the wind. Or rather, it was not me walking home but the one who calls himself Shaitan. That day he was in the limelight.
He walked home holding out his hand with imaginary balloons. They were three meters in diameter, round and so beautiful! How can people fail to notice them? «They are absolutely deprived of imagination», said Shaitan. He launched inaudible crackers. They didnt let him get into a taxi with the balloons so we had to take an imaginary taxi to get home. Shaitan called it somehow in an odd manner Let me remember Ah yes, phaeton, thats it. Indeed, his home was also imaginary. In fact, he was imagination himself. And imagination was him.
That day I dissolved, I vanished, I died. I didnt exist anymore in the form I used to have. It had been inhabited by someone else. Someone so different from the one who used to occupy my body before. And the problem is that I had a suspicion I would make neither head nor tail of this
But it was exciting! When I came home I realized that it was the best Birthday I had ever been to. And it turned out that I was just a bead. At first I wasnt a bead but then one of the holograms was called so; I liked the word and everyone began to call me so. And I became a bead. When it happenedI got the opportunity to contemplate this world from another angle. And then I understood that all of you present here were not people. You are those who just dwell under these biophysiological covers, these dress-like bodies You are just projections and that is the point. Get to know, wake up that is the main idea. And the centreof all this is you. And at the same time you are not the most important thing. Both important and minor.
I wanted to cover myself with a blanket with ducklings making those quack-quack noises but I didnt happen to have such a blanket, you see? It was my mere imagination. In fact, I didnt want to sleep; I was able to penetrate the dreams when I fell asleep in reality. That is why I inclined my head and glanced down, on the pavement on the dark surface of which I discerned enormous flashing letters highlighted from beneath. It was a huge inscription articulated in a sinister voice: «Everyone, old and young, should make a script of an animal or the number of its name. And now the same message for the obtuse Unicellular! Everybody of you appreciate only those symbols which lie in your wallets or on your account. You should transfer your money and your non-cash funds to your personal accounts or to point-of-sale terminals, paying only for our goods and services marked with EAN-13 bar code». I saw real Hell Dont get me wrong, I saw a Beast. And the main place it inhabited was my own mind.
Then I lifted my head up to the sky and I saw Heavens. And when I glanced in front of me I found myself back on the Earth. And I saw the light
I was waddling down the street when I heard an announcement. It resounded in the air: «Everyone who breathes and also everyone who is born and who lives, that is exists, should pay Tribute every day at 13.13 p.m. sharp. Approach the nearest cash dispenser, join the queue and put your hand to a horizontal slit in the cash dispenser; there you should deliver your blood sample. We give you blood for your well-being and happiness and you should pay back in your own coin. The interest for blood use will be charged and washed off you automatically. You just need to put your hand toa slit. These are our financial mechanisms».