TRAP SITUATIONS

A man becomes a lowly pod of dust, slouching down to the calculating little Kings, to the camp of the powerful, while begging for a bribe; he becomes a mouse-hole, where a hunting cat can easily fit. It no longer takes part in the mass development of the world, but rather is forced to tolerate, in the manner of human wreckage, the fact that the technical cyber-civilization, destroying the peace of everyday life, creates new conditions of contact.

He buys a tie and a very expensive suit, since the dog no longer cares that style should not dictate the latest trendy standards - rather, certain immutable human laws should be obeyed in good faith; if it is necessary to falsify documents, documents, if it is necessary to get close to the honey pot jobs offered to the" privileged", and to skimp on the benefits that triple.

It is only the increasingly difficult, mean everyday life, the routinely persistent disillusionment, the degeneracy that makes him realize that he is completely alone and can only rely on himself. There is no one to comfort him, to talk to him for a few words of friendship, for the world's great grinding rustling mill wheel has become terribly urgent! Everyone becomes suspicious at their secret psychic ultrasound; some simply because they could get fringe benefits, others because they dared to smile, and seemed to laugh collectively. And if the Harakiri is already a public private matter, the dignity of privacy can be stained with shame!

Who has lost more?! Who, lying to himself, rather voluntarily resigned himself in order not to throw away his shoddy honor, like a roulette game, easily, or who deliberately negotiated and sold himself for easily obtainable gains, what could he have thought that the consequences would sooner or later become nullified, trivializable?!