A. Popovchenko. To the cunning of the shadow
FALSIMONIA FRAUDULENTER. The shadow of a faceless person, the profile, don’t count. Blind, colorless, hearingless, in the light he walks meekly next to you, outwardly massive, but lighter than fluff, the brighter the light, the blacker it is, without a light source there is simply nothing. Can't create itself but it is squeezed into our speech. The spoken word falls like a shadow, on people.