This is me. I weigh 80 kg, I’m 1.82 meters tall, 28 years old yet only alive for 4. I have birthmarks on my right hand and a scar on my face from when a dog bit me long time ago. For one year I have been wearing long unattended hair and before that short shaved. People who don’t really know me would label me as introverted depressed person with weird habits . Those who do would say I am somehow bipolar, jumping from a state of complete and utter depression to one over-extroverted. I usually don’t get out of my boring daily routine but when I do, I do it all the way. When something new comes along my path I take my chance with it. I am usually very open minded about anything and like to put people in situation where I challenge their predefined patterns of thinking about taboo subjects. I like to argue . I like drugs and never say no to them .They played a crucial part in my life with the new perspectives and viewpoints they brought. I like music. I like the girl I love, and I know in my heart that there is a high chance when she will be gone forever beyond hope I will die. I spend my nights thinking about that and about perspectives but find none. I like and do a lot of things, I make enough money and one without knowing would otherwise say I have nothing to complain about. They would be wrong.Read More
Calm yourself, old boy. Breathe in. Breathe out. Find the reason. Remember. Retrace.
Follow your footsteps in the past. See them fade away, changing shape and pace as if they constantly belonged to someone else. They did. You died a long time ago, you have died many times and you’ve been reborn as many. You woke up today a stranger from the world and from yourself.Read More
There is a place I know behind the Sun. It’s the place where we can start again.
One road that leads to it, paved with remains of today and the ashes of tomorrow . It’s my road alone to walk.Read More
Yesterday I started putting wordplays that came to my head in a document on the phone, walking around the city. Slowly before night this came out. It’s unfinished, may never be, unpolished and might as well be an experiment of realtime poetry that changes in time.
I keep having this feeling that there’s something very wrong with this country. It keeps killing the souls of the people, and sometimes I am in a tram and all I see is empty life-like shells . And not because of poverty, but I think it’s because of the basis of how this society works (or doesn’t ), the way a family becomes a family here, the parents, etc. Before you even reach adulthood you no longer have a will, a soul or a mind of your own. You just exist, rich or pour.
I’m gonna write a little “subjective review” regarding this little toy. Thing is I got tired of missing shots just because I cannot carry my camera with me. It’s just too big ! So I had to find myself a dslr-like camera with a large sensor and interchangeable lens. And only choice was between the nex-3 or 5 and a micro four thirds camera (but the sensor is too small for my taste). Here are a couple of shots made in the first day of tests using the 18-55 kit lens (until I will buy a prime). Anyway, first impressions are good.Read More
