The petty death of the ant
illuminates our death:
the ants are what they
didn’t achieve. The disappearance
of the languages, of the nations,
of the man, of the life, of the...
Now the man is thinking no more
about the ant. The man is crushed
by the future. The present ‒ mercy,
disgust, almost stupefaction.
The mobile phone is the ground
beneath the feet. Ah, the petty death of the Time.
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