Road. Who knows where all roads begin, who knows the limit beyond which they will end. It's warm in the autumn city. Evening tenderly sees off the day and greets the night. Asphalt sidewalks in the gold of fallen poplar leaves. The air is saturated with the smell of longing, about something irretrievably lost, the aching pain of loss, the desire to return what is not understood, the inevitability of separation, bitterness calling into the distance, the hope of finding something that dissolves in the irreversible river of time. Salvation is in one thing - THE ROAD! Road to nowhere. Goodbye bad viscous dreams, cramped rooms, dirty basements, there is no longer anything that held you so tightly. Emptiness cannot last forever! Run! Run, but not from yourself, but towards yourself. Who told you that everything should be exactly as you decided? The unknown is a coin, anyone can choose heads or tails, freedom and flight or rot and tails. Misunderstanding is the assessment of those who are accustomed to the unity of patterns and boundaries. Condemnation in their eyes only confirms the rightness of those who chose flight. Their powerlessness is obvious, like rain on a quiet autumn night. They will not leave the ground and will not see the alluring distance. Dejection and fear are the lot of these helpless creatures. They can't see the road. Hate makes them ugly. They are ready to destroy everything they cannot understand. We must learn to forgive them; in essence, it is not their fault that they are like this, they are just different, just like those whom they judge. To forgive means to forget, evil is easily forgotten, so let them live as they want! It's time... The road is waiting, it lies like a ribbon at your feet. The first step is always the most difficult, but it’s worth taking, if only so that later you won’t regret not taking it for the rest of your life. But what’s so scary, maybe loneliness. Loneliness is such a long word. But in fact, a person is always alone. A leap into the abyss cannot be a collective one. Loneliness rejects lies; deceiving yourself is stupid. It gives you a chance to become and be real, and not what others are used to, a chance not to play by someone else’s rules. Loneliness is freedom, the madness of silence around and the cataphony of sounds and images inside... Memory is a stone around the neck of a crazy dream, the fear of losing everything and getting nothing in return. This is the reason for the indecisiveness of those who stand at the edge of the Road... Anton Yurievich Chernykh