· ФЛ·ЊФЖ·Њ · Now that you are dead, you have freed yourself from your thoughts, detached yourself from your body, and entered the memories of the living. You view this message from the most diverse perspectives through the eyes of those you can never become and will never be again. You can behold yourself lying there, motionless, rigid, and dead. You can enter any living being and view this world from any moment, but nothing moves anymore. You are trapped in the still image of eternity. Trapped in My Mind · ФЛ·ЊФЊ · And now, suddenly, many years after my death, you recognize yourself in my memory and take my thoughts and visions for your own. You understand my thoughts and develop them so far that you begin to believe in them, begin to believe and, with your imagination, begin to remember that they are your own thoughts, that it was you who once lived in this museum, who experienced this moment, who developed these ideas, who invented this story, and who constructed and erected this bridge of letters. Only now you are no longer a dead spirit from my notion and imagination, but a living being that considers itself unique and special, a being that believes it is the gravestones in my graveyard. In Memoriam Aeternitatis · ФЧ·Ш · In Memory of Eternity · ФЛ·ЊФЭ · ( ) Very well, you can imagine being the graves in my graveyard. That’s a start. But you must not imagine being me. For that would be the end. The end of my thoughts and lettered world. No, you must not imagine what it is like to be me, to be nothing, to be no one, just an invisible word in an empty well of feelings, just the image of my thoughts of reality. Why Not?
