ENDRALON.SPACE · ČLÁNEK
9. 8. 2026
BLACK — INTERMEZZO (3)
You are no longer a person. You are an image that occasionally drifts into my day: black and white, with a streak of light across your face, as if even light had boundaries. Someone else is standing next to you, and I don't know that life. I don't belong in it. Every once in a while, a screen just throws it at me to check whether there is still any cold left inside me. I close it. And I leave that [...]
You are no longer a person.
You are an image that occasionally drifts into my day:
black and white,
with a streak of light across your face,
as if even light had boundaries.
Someone else is standing next to you
and I don't know that life.
I don't belong to it.
The screen just throws it at me once in a while,
to check if there is still any cold left inside me.
I close it.
And let the image fade away.
