There’s nothing to contemplate here anymore.
These city birds know that they will always get a part of a sky, part of trees, part of a concrete cube, part of shits,
part of every crawling things.
They won’t ever get to see the fullest expression of a living time.
That’s what it is,
an illusion,
freedom has always been an illusion
and it will remain so for freedom means chaos,
thoughts, questions, music, poetry, eradication of banality,
it can also mean having a life without having a respect for it.
Run away bastards, run away,
everything blossoms with a lust of suffering.

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Photograph: Julia Anna Gospodarou.