запіс #літаратурны

Там, дзе на полі туман клубіцца,
Хачу згубіцца...
Там, дзе зьнікаюць ўсе перашкоды,
Дзе не зважаем на непагоду,
Там, дзе адвечная навальніца,
Хачу згубіцца...
Там, дзе дазволенага граніцы, -
Мне не дазволена быці дома - 
Там, дзе ў дрымоце зьнікае стома,
Хачу аднога...
Каб расчыніўся ў густым тумане
Лес, што ад дому нас аддзяляе.
Ў запамарочным бязважкім стане
Я залунаю...

https://t.me/zhlich

fuck cars

you know when you go outside and you immediately hear tires and engines screaming through every polluted artery made for cars

you know when you go outside and you immediately smell the exhaust and tire waste and burning batteries of cars

you know when you go outside and immediately your body is vibrated by the whining and music and missing mufflers and clattering of cars

you know when you go outside and you immediately see the huge deep layers of streets lined with unmoving cars while cars speed past them

you know when you go outside and try to walk across the street and almost get murdered by negligence because people aren't as important as cars

you know when you go outside and look around and all you see is the millions year old dead turned to asphalt, eating up all the earth so it's more convenient for cars

instead of quiet places for people to be, for the more than people to be, for nothing to be, we have cars

#FuckCars

Выява дня: Шчытнік Palomena prasina, в. Кністушкі, Беларусь.

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