PM was admiring the sea shore and the moutains. Then he changed his mind about war.
Few days later, after he had spent a night in the jungle without any clothes he found out that his loneliness was worthy.
He changed his mind about love.
A year later, he thought about the non existence of time. He laughed about his new freedom.
He changed his mind about his mind.
Everyone around him was complaining, dancing after having swallowing drugs, making strange plans, being rude.
The world, as a heart which is retracting, as a night which darks the day, the world got diminished.
Unmanifested world came. PM disappered in a breathing out.
A great silence, which can be celebrated by everyone everytime is still being occured.
Listen to it.