Birds on Sticks & My Sheep's got Wheels

Kronos ate his children, and the time does eat ours. Melancholy is merely a disposition than an illness. I imagine postcards as little pieces of life travelling from one to another, what are you doing to-

day?

Těším se ze své soukromé pračky, namáčím konečky vlasů v polévkách a lovím nudle ve dřezu

(aneb 
poz-
námky 
z mého 
neexist-
ujícího 
praktického 
života).

This is I-an. An big as an aeroplane. What if we turn it off and turn it on, then? (link)