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Kirill’s Operata

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson is dead.





Too sad... Too bad...

Artistin

This morning put me in good spirits. Sun and warmth, everything I like. Helped to a girl from the artist college to bring her painter’s case: young and too slender, she had this one, a canvas and a bag, and she was so thankful for what I had done—so pleasant and nice...
Such moments fill my heart with a feeling that everything is light and easy. And I want to smile.

As usually,

I don’t write here anything, but I am alive, don’t hope ;-)
Welcome for new visitors.
My news: I am learning Japanese, Korean, Spanish, and Finnish, wanna create my own company, and my students are graduated successfully. That’s all.
Well, I have created a special site with my stories and other art.

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Cada uno es un creador de su fortuna.

Caffee on the right side

So sad. So...

You know I am here again. I.e. I am here always bacause I have a number of close friends here. But I have not written anything here a long time.
There were some things in my life last time, not so pleasant, those should cause me to change my life cardinally, but they did not. Difficult relationship with beloved person, bad news related with my closest friends, etc... But I have to say that not everything is so good.
I have excellent jobs, both in LAR and University, I have nice students, which like me a lot.
You know, I got a brilliant gift, a book from Korea about the Korean language history (Uri mar-e sangsen), now I am studying Japanese, Korean, and Finnish, melodical languages.
Drinking cherry chinese tea, listening to old music... So sad.

before Future

Standing on your knees before your Future, you are blind because of its killing light, you are to carry that Galaxywide weight up to the end of your Future, that is stepping day after day and having you under it.
But do you remember that the History is in the past and the Future has come? That is inside you and around you.

李枝椏...

...or Plum Twig

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Re-branding

Before and after:

People inside me

Friends say that when they are talking to me there are different people instead me. One person is soft like a kind girl. Another one is hard and too serious. And so on. Some online friends asked me if I am a boy or a girl. It was not very admirable for me.

Some friends treat me as a cyborg, a cybernetical organism. I can do everything, and nobody care I can be sad or tired. They are right...

Could I remember a planet from which I have come?

Nefriama

So... long ago I didn’t write here anything.

Listen a story.
Three years ago my ICQ window was visited by nice girl with unusual and beautiful name. Messages, warm words, cell phone messages, calls... More and more warm words... And one day she disappeared. No signals, no goodbyes, just emptyness... Sad it all was. I liked her.

Passed these three years, I have vacations at my work, those are over, and I see that she works at my organization... Now we are sitting not far from each other.

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