Mene zanima samo besmislica, samo ono što nema nikakvog praktičnog smisla. I život me zanima samo u svojoj besmislenoj pojavi.
   Junaštvo, patos, odvažnost, pouka, higijena, moral, razneženost i rizik - to su mi omražene reči i osećanja.
   Ali zato u potpunosti shvatam i poštujem: zanos i ushićenje, nadahnutost i očajanje, strast i uzdržljivost ( Read more... )

Neki inženjer stavio je sebi za cilj da podigne oko Peterburga ogroman zid od cigle. Razmišlja kako da to izvede, ne spava noćima i proračunava. Vremenom se obrazuje kružok mislilaca-inženjera i stvara se nacrt podizanja zida. Odlučeno je da se zid iz gradi noću, i to ceo zid za jednu noć kako bi se sutradan svi iznenadili. Pozivaju se ( Read more... )

"Skupo nas košta to što nismo gluvi ni nemi."

Igram moju veliku Igru - da li će je njegova tama upiti?

" Zar ne mogu voleti bez uništavanja sebe? Zašto u mojoj ljubavi ima toliko nespokojstva, straha i nesigurnosti? Zašto moja ljubav izliva toliko otrova? ... Zašto toliko strahujem kada se u meni ponovo radja ljubav, zašto mi dodje da progutam ceo svet; da bih zaustavio rast svoje ljubavi? Bedno je što želim da budem prevaren u ljubavi da bih ( Read more... )

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One thing I must accomplish this lifetime - while I am allowed to fail at everything else - is not to become like my mother. Really - anything but... 

or influence belatedly discovered

it all begun few days ago, I've dug up some calligraphy stuff done as assignments from circa 2001 - young and dreaming of letters being read

then reading Art History of the XX century we are all so proud of, bumped into a new area of possibilities. With only one slight issue pissing me off. Putting ( Read more... )

after spending three days either in hospital, or crawled in my bed with a bottle of vodka(those should be sold as six pack, or something
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or don't
apparently this state of desperation so huge you can't fall asleep for days, and can't tell days one from another has it's good sides. Drawing maniacally when I should be sleeping. Again - lots of blacks, that somehow turns beautiful in all it's blackness. Unfortunately, beauty is worth nothing, but a mere tiny occasional wholeness feeling ( Read more... )

  Alcohol seems like the least of drugs right now. No one can be trusted. When I get hurt my voice changes to unrecognizable. Cannot bear death. And that is about all for time being.