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A monkey spins the wheels of history, sitting on a bicycle of time with swan wings - an absurd image, but it is also a seed for reflection. What is history, if not a chaotic rotation, driven by instinct, but decorated with a dream of flight? A fragile balance between earthliness and aspiration upwards, where not reason is at the helm, but a random guide, whose actions, although seemingly meaningless at first glance, shape the trajectory of the future. Perhaps the truth is not in the goal, but in the continuous movement itself, in this comical, tragic dance, where the monkey, the bicycle and the swan wings merge into a single, unpredictable whole. And each turn of the wheel is a question: where are we flying, moving? And are we flying at all?
Finally
Time: past, present, future, we live under the power of fact, and this fact is "controlled by a monkey with a grenade" - that is, unpredictability, and there is an intrigue in this that keeps you going throughout your life.
