Of randomness

He looked for meaning in impermanence, he searched before accepting. The path had some comfort with the feeling of random origination. Each moment is a story, power exhausting itself in an epic or anonymous way. Castles of certainties are created-sense and harmony in chaos-only until the fortress crumbles, when truth becomes sand.
Dziga Vertov spins a top, the rotating object loses strength until it stops lying on the ground. Renato walks through the streets of Brasília, his hand dragging along the bars at his side as he sings to himself: "Those who have nothing to say talk too much."