Look, what's up? You listen to all that, and it seems that your dreams are darkened by the reality, that you sink into secret and bottomless depth of someone's subconsciousness,you loose the thread of your bought if it ever existed... Commonplace vulgar images run into the real masterpieces of genius poetry, broken phrases, jazz convulsions of creativity seize you, you think that life is coming to its end - That's it - the end...
But all over the sudden the sparkles of your own genius flashes out, the glimpse of a familiar spring brook dazzles you, picturesque aquarium fish surrounds you, old womanish whisper is heard..., the poet's sigh...,the darkness moves away, the consciousness revives
and you realize that occasional, confused thoughts and phrases, images and words turned out to be that very school program which
tortured us "from bell to bell" in that time when there were no CDs at all. But here something magic happened to it...