"Life" — is an inflationary process
that exists and fades away.
A moving, colorful process
as it can not be
more important
and valuable
for every individual.

Life as a process is ideal.
However, the image
of one's own life melts
in an immeasurablevariety
of currents of foreign influences
into a color
which can no longer
be differentiated.

In the thick paste
of our everyday life
only screaming nuances
of flashy/ pushy currents
plying visibility
for a short time.

One's own life
is an intimate confidant,
yet it is completely strange.