“Two pennies for a prayer, two prayers for yesterday’s dream. Expect the unexpected and have no expectations.”
Shortly, a dreadful year comes to an end, though it still echoes the sense of doom and doubt brought on its very dawn. Death has conquered all. It is even hard to distinguish the living from the dead. Icons, symbols, dreams are collapsing day by day.
The soothsayer cries about the end of an era, the black celebration, the platinum jubilee, the homage to the madman, the dive to the darkness of the depthless present and the very forgotten form of worship.
