these days are a total challenge to the wetware: my brains refuse to function, my body cracks under the domineering fatigue of this horrible influenza and i drag my existence through the summer mires called armenian life:-) were i to reincarnate in any form, i'd have loved to be shaped into a lotus, this beautiful, unpretentious being that lives and dies simple. yesterday i saw a dead cat on the street... man, isn't death ugly?

i love the sun... i don't even remember how many times i've claimed this, but can't stop doing it. i guess i love it, since i don't see the black holes:-)))))))) well, this is not true, i love the way to perfection and not perfection itself:-)