Демоны в одиночестве

Когда восвышенные чувства,
Свобода, слава и любовь
И вдохновенные искусства
Так сильно волновали кровь, 
Часы надежд и наслаждений
Тоской внезапной осеня,
Тогда какой-то злобный гений
Стал тайно навещать меня.

Ах, Пушкин. Я не могу вас оставлять. Лето так суровое.

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Hierographology

What is it with your nature that taunts me so?

Immobile by virtue of your birth and circumstance

Yet so artful, so capable of moving even the most hardened of souls

With a single masterful touch

Some take refuge in your philosophy

And find solace in your infinite wisdom

The prodigal creature that returns

Finds absolution in your breast

A seeker entombed in his own discernments

Is enlightened by your caress

And the disciple who blundered in his youth

Revels in triumph before your truth

Standing before you, at this juncture

Without qualms, without reservations

I am prepared to enter your pyre

In hopes of seizing redemption

From this wayward desire

And so I place my world upon your feet

This paltry life that is so incomplete

Purge me from this mindless obsession

Such is the crux of my confession

A very Gregor Samsa morning

Дорогие друзья,


"As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect." 


Have you ever had one of those mornings? I had one today, and was almost late for a meeting.


Where was my Grete when I needed her?


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Talk some sense into this head

Дорогие друзья,

I am as clueless as I've ever been.  Idk what time Blogger says this thing is posted, I won't bother fixing my clock/timezone, but it is 10pm here, and the sun has just fully set.  The air is dry, reeked in sweat and uncertainties.

Summer is in full swing.

And I am staring at this foolscap sheet plastered on my bulletin board for the past few days, about to do something rash and probably unwise for a young woman in my position, but I haven't a care of what others conceive of this crazy plan.

Goodbye mundane existence. Hello world! :)

Heads up, sojourners. Full-on Kerouacian mode has been activated. I also need my Liz Gilbert moment. Dolce far niente, mi amici!


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