Play-time [2005]

Mistakenly believing in the miracle: corrupt, dishonest game. But who’s writing the rules? In case of a fatal error we can cause serious damage unintentionally. And how difficult it is to come to terms with that painful feeling. What’s it called? Oh yes…guilt. Even the word itself is so disturbing as it leaves our lips letter by letter.

I don’t want to hurt anyone. And this is where the other keyword comes into the picture: want. The king is in check, he keeps moving from square to square searching for the way out to break him free. A brutal and evil game this is. Sometimes it’s quite ironic as well. There is no logic, there is no way of knowing how to avoid the soul-scratches. The old wound keeps ripping until it cracks open and covers everything in an Anger coded unexplainable something.

And there are two ways leading out from Anger: hatred and impassivity. Now you have every right to ask where the third alternative is – forgiveness. Forgiveness is not another option it is a state that comes after choosing impassivity.

The rules are complicated, if they can be called rules. It is truly not my intention to hurt anyone. But what can I do? Checkmate.