I open my eyes but see no scenery. I fix my gaze upon my heart.
Lee Ufan

- They called us perverts.
- Bromley, it's time for an important part of your education (...)
Now, there is a long and honorable tradition in the gay community,
and it has stood us in good stead for a very long time.
When somebody calls you a name (...) You take it and you own it.

"...there's power in our Union!"

• Птенец кондора. [1], [2], [3]
  
• Заяц-шаман, повелитель мухоморов [4], с посохом из веретена. [5]
  
• Будда в платочке, за ним - палочки с ароматом инжира. [6]
  
• Gypsy Danger [7]
  
• Стеклянные сосуды.[8]
  
• Многочисленные свечи.[9]
  

it's about these people and it's like they're sitting in a waiting room, waiting for life to start.
and then the nurse comes out and says "life will see you now"

Here's what I ended up writing about:
I wrote about being close to someone who's seriously ill but not knowing exactly how close you are.
About fear of conflict and the first big fight in a relationship.
About a wedding I once played where I had to do some last minute counseling.
About choosing who you want to be with.
About a perfume that's been haunting me for years and the memories attached to this perfume.
About the sadness of not being able to express love or being vulnerable with another man.
About a mormon missionary I once met.
About figuring out why we're here on earth.
About the bridges we cross and how they burn behind us.

- from artist notes on album.

Interlude №1
Whenever possible - choose WWI as your backdrop:
- first you'll get to crash your heroes dreams of brave new world of science, technology, progress and freedom.
- then you mow them into the ground with unheard of weapons, products of their precious "progress".
- you may even grant them some kind of a happy ending, out of generosity of your heart, for all their troubles...
your audience though knows - 20 years later, just in time for their children, experience will be repeated.
ALL NEW! Improved!

Interlude №2
I should write more often. For the last 5 years my exploits were well documented in photos, yet, every time, I fail at writing up anything. At times I was busy, sometimes content was too personal or I saw no need - but now I do see some worth in it, having experienced it for myself.
Maybe, 10 years from now, someone too will be able to live vicariously through my words, or, at least, cherry-pick a few experiences for their bucket-list.
Allow me to share some bullet-points:

- travel alone (10/10, nothing compares)
- 365days project of any kind (8/10, diversely-rewarding experience)
- one-of-a-kind cultural events (7/10, repeat often)
- frequent change of residence (?/10, very arbitrary; moving, packing & curating your possessions are essential skills though)
- being broke (5/10, invaluable for developing financial discipline)
- being stuck at home with a sprained ankle (4/10, enforces preparedness for medical emergencies/hazards) - establishing it as a bi-annual tradition is an overkill, frankly.
- heartbreak (3/10, educational, can be substituted with literature if empathy levels are good)
- holding vigil over your dying father (2/10, won't recommend, but someone has to do it)
- being late to see your grandmother alive (0/10, skip it)