Dreams do come true, friends. My first self-written play is coming out in the Village, New York on Oct 31 and Nov 1. The play "In Thunder, Lightning, In Rain" is a contemporary fairy tale about a group of escapists meeting each other during hurricane Sandy in Brooklyn, 2012 in an umbrella factory, where they lived unaware of one another ( Read more... )

The unevenly cut out mirror drawing philistine lines upside down across ( Read more... )

Floating through a see-through Byzantine conduit we bump into a flock ( Read more... )

The modern Russian life conceals many deep and unexpected idiosyncrasies. Here is a brief introduction to some different perspectives on what it's like to actually participate in the modern Russian experience ( Read more... )

You’re checking out the room you are in to make sure nothing has started to sneak out of your consciousness. Nothing seems wrong except for this beautiful noise coming out of your mouth; so fresh, chilly and wispy, leaving your slightly pulsating lungs and spreading all over your big hair. Sough-sough-sough. It gets a bit scary after your toes ( Read more... )

In my latest dream I got to the future where I happened to be some really huge activist battling against Hitler's descendants and got stuck on some weird ass island so as to hide myself from the enemy there. I had only 2 hours to decide what I was going to do. Eventually, after giving my matter a little thought, I ended up roaming in the woods ( Read more... )

Well, looks like it’s been quite a while since I last posted here anything. Not that I’ve got a lot of cool things to say, well, I mean I kind of do, but It just turns out the farther I travel, the less I want to expound on the benefits of my newly adopted perspectves, concepts and stimuli that are really tricky to be navigated or defined. I will ( Read more... )

Over the next week I had a barrage of dreams. A billion in one night. I'd wake up feeling like I'd slept 8 hours only to see that 20 min. had passed. One of the last dreams had me grasping the sun and scattering its colorful wavelengths around the earth, and so forming a psychotic spectrum. Yes, I understand how horribly presumptuous this was to ( Read more... )

When we communicate with one another, we feel that we've connected, and we think that we're understood, it's sort of a feeling of almost spiritual communion, since words are inert, so much of our experience is intangible, so much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It's unspeakable. And that feeling might be transient, but I think it's what we ( Read more... )

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