[uranium Cat]

When an hour of Large Hadron Collider launch comes, I will not be afraid. Switzerland is far from us. But I will feel an influence of protons on mysefl, being on Sakhalin island. The balloons from my retina will jump in front of me... and I will wait for some time till I would be able to stand up and take my hands away from the back of [my] head.

It is not scary. Polina will whelm she hadn't manage to read "Oblomov". I will overcome the lack of me on the November sociology contest. Somebody won't deal with all of us died. We'll all die. We all.

I'm being inspired by the theory of probability. It is definitely very wise and beautiful.

When the collider is started, I will probably be in a school. I will hear the triple-bell. I will feel the crack above my head and the noise from the street. I'll embrace, we will cry and [censored]. Run away to the hall and press all the buttons. And I will never be able to hear this sound again, the sound of school siren. Soft, loud, gently coming into the brain. Sedative and, at the same time, mobilizing.

Everything is shaking, I can hear hum. But it is not scary. Polina hasn't read "Oblomov" yet, I wasn't at the November competition. It is alright. Somebody's evacuating, somebody's laughing, the others are screaming. And we only look at the black midday Sun, twisting stools, tables, board... teacher. Everything. However, it is not scary.

Someday we do "Oblomov"! Someday we show up on the November olympics! Someday the death goes behind us. And it isn't sad.

In the Black Hole we're waited by new life. In new spatial-temporal reasoning. We'll be born again. Who sent us here?!

The life goes on. No frightening anymore. All left behind. The end of the world isn't the worst thing to happen.

Comments

[ezhe]

один из любимых постов.

вот сижу, а только что по эмтиви сказали "он учится там, где зверев давно преподает"