Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More Today is March 12, 2011 and the truth is that from an early age - with pleasure: I suffer from various self-deceptions: they're goading me: they're nudging me forward gently - I like them: they make me feel special - the one in question: the only one in the world: and when I later find out painfully: what terrifying delusions they are: that part of the way is already behind me: I'm further: I can look over my shoulder at something: and most importantly: I live. Then I update my self-deceptions: and I'll step forward briskly again. One of the first astraying of my mind: was about the fact: that when I look at a bright area for a long time: I see microbes flicker - and I'm the only one in the world: who can do this. My heart always started with beating: when it appeared in my peripheral vision: a distinct sphere with a kind of core: or a translucent worm-like structure - and I immediately began to think upset - how sweet it will be - when it bursts: and people will be marveling about this phenomenal phenomenon. With a thunderous applause: I will demonstrate: somewhere on the science platform: next to the bulletin board with expressive formulas: my unique genius: and I'll descend the narrow steps: to shake hands with the greatest personalities of the Earth. II was a little confused: whenever I want to focus on those formations: and study them thoroughly - they disappear somewhere to the side - as if they are ashamed: and then: they usually don't appear anymore. I can only look at them furtively - they shyly floats in the quiet transparent periphery of my sight: but they don't move on their own - they're kind of weird: too crystalline. I don't remember exactly: when I understood that these are - in fact: only small cracks in the cornea: and denser places in the liquid - that fill my clear blue eyes. I think someone also told me insensitively: "I have it too." :when I described my mission zealously: to continue directly and immediately in the Pasteur message - but certainly from that day on: I became more: and more convinced: that the little white elephant: which my father had bought me on carousels: is made of real ivory: I will sell it for a lot of money: and in the museum under it will be written on a piece of paper: donated by Peťo Krutek Today is December 16: 2022: and I don't know why: I didn't like the boy in me ten years ago: maybe I missed you then already: