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    Today’s world leaves no place for disorder. We clean, and we draw a clear line between what is sterile and what is dirty. We dispense with and replace anything that no longer works. We move what is dark to our subconsciousness, pretending that it does not exist. everything should be ideal, everyone should be happy. and yet, there is this vague feeling of uneasiness.

    For a year, i used to visit a house which should have fallen apart a long time ago. yet, its residents apparently refused to accept that only order is legitimate in today’s world. they created around themselves a world resembling a warehouse – a space packed with things, whether working or not. every time i went there, the things would change their position. the continuous change gave meaning to reality. the perpetual motion drove action. the disorder made the world exist. and it still does.