Η έκδοση εστάλη στο μπλογκ και δημοσιεύεται.
“I look around me and I see dead everywhere.
And who am I? Someone who escapes from the corpses? Maybe. Maybe not.
When hatred and despair pierce the fleshly armor.
When negation and desire become one.
Then. The mind will turn into a weapon.
And what does a naked one do with a weapon in hand?
Will one try to survive, will one try to enjoy it?
It’s in one’s own hand and decision.
The certain thing is that one must learn how to use it.
Thus play and try.
With hate and love.
Shears and knife.
Quill and ink.
Bolt cutters and pliers.
Thought and negation.
Fire and desire.
Egoism. Nihilism. Anti-civilization. Anarchy.
Terms that will take their meaning through self-criticism, action and reflection.
First and foremost perceived personally before proceeding collectively, or otherwise unavoidably ideological.
Why to create the rival awe?
Then I should admit that my existence is defined by the systematized reality.
I don’t overlook this reality, I perceive it clearly.
But I desire to transcend this reality and I deny to be defined by whichever present existent, or any anticipated worse one or desirable for the future.
All life is now a bunch of systems.
If anarchy becomes such then desire becomes captive and conscience political.
I desire collaboration with comrades, I embrace diversity, I enjoy every form of attack.
But if anarchist is another role that must be fulfilled or respects should be paid to then I don’t accept it.
Without surrender, to exist means to live.
And to live means to attack.”
