ENGLISH VERSION
The end of continuity

There’s nowhere to go.
We left and left NOTHING behind.
After finding out that the material we were willing to
reflect our thoughts into was the most dangerous thing in the world,
we simply started avoiding it.

Since then, it was no longer possible to capture progress in any analog way,
it stayed only in our minds, and it was just a matter of time,
when facts become guesses and guesses become vague outlines,
vanishing in the air.
Memory started to fade away, impossible to catch on its way out.
Our bodies, too, started to disappear, or we stopped
acknowledging them, they served solely on ritual purposes:
capable of absorbing pain and leaving traces.

Later (with no bodies and traces), cities started to fade out.
They went out one by one, like dying stars.
Full of nothing but darkness.
Which merged into a mass with a deathly stench.
Still in us, culminating in our thoughts.

Time and space no longer tells dreams, waking life and reality apart.
We found ourselves in a new state with no time to name it.
Despite the non-existent material, there is still
noise - the noise of the city, cramped up from the ever-growing
and utterly purposeless production, the excessive amounts of material,
being processed forever.
If there’s no records of music, there’s none of people.

One by one we fade into eternity and
long for lost silence and death.
In agony our souls started to voyage
through space beyond planetary coordinates
across the galaxy in search for something
at least somewhat resembling life.
ORIGINAL TEXT
Koniec kontinuity

Už niet kam ísť.
Odišli sme a nezanechali za sebou NIČ.
Po zistení, že materiál, do ktorého sme boli schopní 
reflektovať naše myšlienky je najnebezpečnejšia vec na svete, 
sme sa mu jednoducho začali vyhýbať.
 
Odvtedy už nebolo možné zachytávať pokrok žiadnym analógovým spôsobom, 
zostával len v našich mysliach a bolo len otázkou času, 
kedy sa z faktov stanú dohady a z dohadov matné obrysy,  
ktoré ľahko zmiznú vo vzduchu.
Pamäť sa začala rozplývať, nijak ju nebolo možné pri odchádzaní zachytiť.
Naše telá tiež postupne mizli, alebo sme si ich my 
prestávali uvedomovať, slúžili len na rituálne účely:
schopné absorbovať bolesť a zanechať stopy.
 
Neskôr (bez tiel a stôp) začali postupne zhasínať mestá.
Zhasínali jedno po druhom, akoby sa postupne vypínali hviezdy.
Neobsahovali nič iné okrem tmy.
Tá sa zliala do akejsi mŕtvolne páchnucej hmoty.
Je v nás a kulminuje v myšlienkach.
 
Pojem priestor a čas už nerozoznáva medzi snami, bdením alebo realitou.
Ocitli sme sa v novom stave, ktorý sme nestihli pomenovať.
Napriek tomu, že neexistuje materiál, stále počuť 
krik - krik mesta, ktoré sa zvýja v kŕči z neustále sa zvyšujúcej
a už absolútne bezúčelnou výroby, z neprimeraného množstva materiálu, 
ktorý sa spracováva donekonečna.
Ak o hudbe neexistujú žiadne záznamy, tak ani o ľuďoch.
 
Jeden po druhom sa rozplývame do večnosti a 
prahneme po stratenom tichu a smrti.
V agónii už začali naše duše putovať 
priestorom mimo planetárnych súradníc  
naprieč galaxiou hľadať čosi,  
čo aspoň trochu pripomína život.

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Michaela Čajkovičová

Michaela is a last year gymnasium student. Since she was six, she has been acting in an amateur theatre, and actively participating in Nitra’s cultural life. She has directed the amateur production of Tristan Tára, volunteered at festivals such as the International Theatre Festival Divadelná Nitra, and has helped with organizing the events of Magorov Jeruzalem - cultural and community space in Nitra. Her poems were published in the Fraktál magazine. Despite her leaving for Prague to study theatre directing at DAMU, she wants to return to Nitra in the future and continue to participate in nourishing its cultural life

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