Life in one day To wake up later than usual, drink a cup of coffee, leave the house. Having done all the day's work quickly to plunge into forgotten state of weightlessness. Having collected a lot of waste paper, finally to come into a cosy café to have a bite. Washing down “the highly intellectual press about a bohemian life” with a glass of Spanish red wine, to think that there are still a lot of interesting and untested things in the world. Having read some article about successful people, to agree to try it on yourself... To order a cup of coffee and a sweet pie, without choosing, according to the taste of the waiter, having realized that even the unsuitable dessert will not be able to spoil your lyrical mood of this evening spending actually all alone, but theoretically - with the whole world at the same time... Talking to yourself, then to give a phone call to a friend to share emotions and then feel warm. To leave cafe, having left quite a big sum of tip to the waiter for not being too importunate person, in a minute see stiffen body of person died recently and... pass by, having felt his departing soul directly over you. To catch a thought that the poor man had left our world right between your third piece of the pie and the drink of espresso..., start conversation with your conscience, and having lost the process of word creation, definitively give up the hope to robe your emotions into the words. To accept that the conscience even being already a part of you for a long time, anyway speaks its own language which you will never understand for 100 %. And having permitted for yourself to be glad that it, the conscience, can do this much better than you are able to do, to relax and just contemplate what is going on. And immediately having received an interrupted your thoughts message from your close friends to notice that they still remember you and to write the answer in a simple way. To come home, calm down and having returned to the reality and having forgotten practically everything that was happend during the day, again plunge into your everyday life where, usually, there is no place for conscience at all and wait for one more such enlightened moment of life like you’ve got today... From the read article in the cafe: «The Real Art is valuable first of all because of its capability to provoke a stream of bad controlled associations». I agree.