Today i recieved information, that my project on writing about philosophical background of absurdity in modern theatre has been accepted and from now on im beginning a 4 year study, finishing with a Ph.D. exam. Every victory is a failure, and every failure is a victory, so im hopelessly happy, sadly satisfied. I cannot say im back in the right track, cause there are no right or wrong tracks, just more and less frequently used ways. I cannot say i achieved something, cause im at the very beginning of a possible achievement, which is just another step, to another possible achievement, and so on, and so on, right to the only certainty in our existence. I just hope, one day, ill gather enough knowledge to answer, or at least understand, one of the the most fundamental questions of humanity, asked by thousands of thousnands everyday:

Who am I?

If there is light only at the end of the tunnel, how the fuck everybody knows, its a tunnel?


If time and space are the most fundamental dimensions of our universe, why can i buy 20 square metrers of land, but i cant buy 20 minutes of life?

Why men have nipples?

Who invented the invention?

Why everybody wonders, whether the egg or the hen was first, and nobody gives a shit about the rooster?