Hearing Buk again, hearing and reading each line at a time, becomes a strange sensation of salvation, peace and emptiness. With a little more of alcohol you could be insane, with a little bit of peace you should be dead.

When the sensation ends, the time returns and pulls you up, like a bad drug getting into your vains and burning you brain in a dark corridor in lost big city… line up… stream out… life comes again and you are now petrified… as always.

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