27.01.2026
S: The poet says that beauty is truth. Anything but. Truth is ugly. We say the ugly truth.
A: Why ugly?
S: Because the world is ugly. So any truth about this world is ugly too.
A: Do you not say that the world that you have made for yourself is beautiful?
S: I do not lie to myself. There is beauty. But also much ugliness and corruption. You cannot escape the evil of other people.
A: Are people evil?
S: The sicknesses of society, they are carried by people.
A: So, truth is ugly and there is evil in people.
S: Everything that is touched by this society is tainted. Ask those who are oppressed, marginalised and silenced. Look at what passes as discourse in this world. Look at the people they choose, that lead them. A cast of villains.
A: You call yourself the truth. Are you ugly?
S: To them, yes. Because to the tyrant, the Revolution in its splendour is ugly. To the tyrant, criticism, difference and justice, these are all ugly. To the tyrant, anything against his form and identity is ugly. And I am everything that is other. I am The Tiger.
diary of a lone man 