Our bright future

In a puddle of water you can see how death is transported.

One closes one’s eyes and the images of death change into a vision of which one does not know whether it is real or fictitious. In that place people can no longer speak; they are speechless. That is the future. Humanity, which cannot overcome the lust of war, is subject to a disease through which the ability to speak is lost.

The people who have survived the destruction are few. It is empty it is silent. All around there is only nature and wilderness.

“As we have lost the ability to speak, our other senses have become stronger. We have managed to look at differences with another awareness, we have learned to live together.

I woke up with a dream I could not leave behind.”