Melancholy, 22nd of December, 2014.

Watercolors, 20 cm x 29 cm

One shouldn't do anything from the "human domain", anything that can be fitted to human scale. One should somehow go above or out of it, return to the soul of the world. "Where there are no men, there cannot be motives accessible to men."

Streetlights lit up only the space below them. As I walk from tree to tree, I hear them above me, how they follow me, from treetop to treetop. I cannot see them; I only hear them breaking branches and clapping wings, and leaves which haven't been toppled down neither by October, nor by November, nor by half of December, fall down in front of me. What sort of birds are they? And why don't they make a sound?

I imagine a huge asteroid which hits the Earth and in a second destroys all life.

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