welcome to the unholy city

in some form or another everyone must pay a visit to the uholy city
there is simply no avoid it since everything has been designed to lead you to this place

any road may present a detour that unexpectedly sends you on your way into the great barren landscape where only a sliver of horizon wavers in the empty distance
and no road signs exist to hint at your destination

any hospital may be equipped with the special elevator where someone wheels you inside and then quickly abandones you
as the doors clamp tightly closed you finally notice that there are no buttons to push
no controls of any kind
this is when the elevator begins to move
dipping and twisting like a carnival ride
taking you toward the unholy city

after enduring such episodes, or others of a smiliar sort you may only wake up screaming
vowing to never again close your eyes in sleep
or you may fall into a fever that no thermometer is able to indicate and from which there is no recovery

in more extreme cases you begin to glimpse a blackness like none you have ever seen
and wonder for a time whether this blackness is inside your head or outside
which makes no difference once it begins to compose the outline of the unholy city you're about to enter

Skończyłem wreszcie "Conspiracy against the human race".

W zasadzie na tym mógłbym zamknąć swoją przygodę z filozofią. Chyba tak zrobię. Trochę mi szkoda, ale rzecz zwyczajnie nie jest warta wysiłku. Postanowione więc.

A ten utwór Phallus Dei jest fantastyczny. Śpiewa gościnnie John Walker, nie wiem czy to ten John Walker ale innego co by pasował nie znajduję.