The 125th anniversary of the artist’s death is celebrated this year all over the world! But the anniversary seems to have brought new controversy around the version of the artist’s death and, as a result, the birth of new myths! The celebrated date once again revived the controversy surrounding the death of Van Gogh, who died on July 29, 1890 in Auvers-sur-Oise from a gunshot wound.

Anti-feminism, supported by both men and women, flourishes in our space. And the reaction of men is understandable, it is the same as all over the world + fear of the values ​​​​imposed by the West, but the reaction of women is difficult to come to terms with. I don’t think it’s worth clarifying that we’re not talking about all women, but about certain ones.

Shouldn't we write a series of articles on how to inflict pain? Psychologically. If you arm yourself with the sharp scissors of psychoanalysis and a detailed personality typing scheme, you can learn a lot about yourself and those around you. I always wanted to create something like psychological sambo. And let's start, perhaps, with masochists, as the most obvious victim. And further down the list. The essence There is an opinion that masochists are those who derive pleasure from suffering.

And that's all.

Michel Serres "Theory of Quasi-Objects" (1) Hoc memorabile est; ego tu sum, tu es ego; uni animi sumus. Plautus, Stichus, v. 731 (2) What does it mean to live together? What is a team? This is precisely the question that interests us now. The problem with the preceding arguments is that it is not clear from them whether they refer to the philosophy of being or the philosophy of relation. Existence or relation - that is the question. And, undoubtedly, not the only one.

My dear pain, I know that you are in me. That every second of my fucking life you live in every cell of my body. I know this. I haven't forgotten this. When I sleep, I see you in my dreams. When I open my eyes in the morning and see the first ray of sunshine, I remember you. When I walk through the park and see families with beautiful children, I feel you. When I see beautiful houses where I am not, I feel your presence.