About


e are all connected. To some global network of our minds and souls. We follow the same routines. Read the same books. Watch the same movies. Listen to the same music. Yet, everyone of us is different. We were only slightly different at the beginning of our path, but indeterministic, stochastic processes made each of us unique. But we are all connected.

recall twenty plus years ago, in mid-eighties, when Internet was nothing but a secret DAR­PA US Defense pro­ject, I had a lot of time to read. However, I wasn't a passio­na- te rea­der; I used to read slow­ly, not to swallow books one after another, having only short breaks bet­ween them. But they were important to me; and still are. Especially poetry which I dis­co­ve­red later. E-books are not an option for me, but I realize this will be probably the fu­tu­re of the Guthenberg's dis­co­ve­ry. I rather prefer a traditional book, when I can touch it, weigh, sense the smell of the print and wander through the pages. E-books just don't allow to do that, they simply do not have a soul.

usic was allways present in my life, since I was a kid. I used to listen to Beethoven, when classmates did Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple and "all that jazz". That "jazz" came to me later. Now I share my time listening to mostly Handel and Mozart on one hand, and Miles Davis, John Coltrane and fussion on the other.

atching movies is my great attraction. Some of them I can watch many times, and eve­ry­ti­me I discover something new. Sad thing is that the cinema I like ended fo­re- ver. 30th July, 2007 was the symbolic date. On that day, Ingmar Bergman and Michelangelo An­to­nio­ni were discharged and moved to eternity. They followed Andriej Tarkovski, Federico Fellini, Luchino Visconti. They do movies for a different audience now.

nd in the end, we are all connected.



Under the thick, opaque layer
From all the undone nights
We have been living as if we had eternity ahead.

Only filthy froth remains,
The only trace on a road
From nowhere to nowhere.