Joy

The final words of 'The Polish Press' are as follows...


I am lost from you. I may never return. Oh, what joy! Never could accustom yourself to my artistic pool. Perhaps it's not for swimming in, not for you. But, you never even dipped your feet in. Must I forever play witness to the universal ignorance(s)? I have been replaced by who knows what, oh, and joy. To see me gone, afar and drowning. Yes, in the very same pool. I could have been saved, maybe, but the voices went silent. The movie needed to end. They called it 'Joy.' It said everything in one word, and nothing at all. All these things must end somewhere. What a way to go...