we must go back to the point at which mankind took the wrong way, lunatic domenico says in tarkowski's nostalghia, to other lunatic persons as audience, and some random normal persons as spectators, shortly before he sets himself to fire.

only as lunatic one can have this thought, and only as lunatic one can from time to time get to a question, deriving from daily life, which may be connected to this possible different way.

perhaps this one. whether it is possible to cohabit in another way with death than opposing to it, a way which life mostly used to see and still sees itself, in the old egyptian depiction of life continuation in the realm of death, in the christian triumph over death as devil's heritage, in nowadays eye-closing, forgetting and delaying death, up to the phantasy of its removal by medical advance.

perhaps also this one. how life can persist without hope. without being orientated on a better future, without being orientated on future at all, instead to search for solutions in the stupid small events of today, without any hope, just fulfill, if possible with affection. as good as it gets.

so stupid questions, in such a wise world.