Mixtory | (Un)spoken words: Burning letters

In a cold corner of an unknown room lie scattered fragments of information. With a very limited shelf life, the scribbles are almost forced to be printed, year after year continuing the unbroken relay of spewing words into the public habitats. The question arises: what is the value of this information? No wonder the smoke of burning letters irritates the sense of smell no less than empty words do the mind…