Antinomies

So, it is here again! Hour between dog and wolf has already passed, but I am remaining somewhere in wasteland. There are only the following things as my companions – a muesli stick, a silent railway station, vibrating engines of some train, a ticking railway station clock and then nothing.

Second Life is maybe only wasteland too. Sometimes we roam and grope there. We look for something and somebody and we still do not find anything and anybody. Is that vainness or? No, it is only my motional effusion at so moved hour, when strangely influenced brain is producing these lines.

I would only like to dream and fall asleep in the arms of some honey or only to fall in the embrace of beauty and nature of the lost gardens of Apollo. Small interruption of a local drunk, who is talking to himself and bit diffusing early morning glooms and fogs. Some bird screams in the darkness maybe brings beneficial Sun.

Small mouse is running around the rails and it is an observation of reality of our world. After long waiting, a rescue is coming. It is the leaving train, in which, of course, I am sitting. The escapes from and the returns into the world of Second Life separate only PC switch on and off and log on, log off. Such as the Yin and Yang principles are the antinomies each other, then also Second Life and Real Life drown one in other and they take from the other, what they need.