Anyone who opens Simone Weil's Notebooks in the mid-1930s will be faced with, to say the least, an ambivalent attitude towards the idea of ​​law. On the one hand, it acts as a condition of freedom and a sign of development: “laws are the only source of freedom. Therefore, at the level of primitive religions, everything that is a rule constitutes great progress” (Notebooks, Volume 1, p. 66). Or: “the difference between slave and citizen... is the interval between caprice and rule” (pp. 82-83).

Observer Seeker Looking for adventure On the jumpsuit “why not?” What hasn't happened to you yet? Writing in a bar makes me feel uncomfortable Rejection Concept Wake up fresh in the morning Cheeks turn red It's getting hot A couple more sips and I'll go to heaven, I'll send it to you Homeless people collect money for drugs Maybe we should start?

In the fall of 2019, classes begin in the joint master's program of the Garage Museum and the National Research University Higher School of Economics "Curator Practices in Contemporary Art." The program is designed to train curators and art managers side by side, which solves the old (almost as old as the world) problem of the isolation of professional training of those who will work together in the real world.

The evening lights came on I catch interested glances from men They're afraid to approach Yes, at least one was to my taste Like in a bloody bite Hair has become longer by millimeters, centimeters, meters, kilometers Second glass of beer I'm getting wider Mysterious candles Pants down Dropped dreams Fear of love and intimacy with others I'll buy myself a vibrator

Threw away my glasses Started to look at life differently Moreover In print Recoil Salary increase Minus to conceit Occupation for a living? Poor thoughts! That's what society thinks Blank sheets White sheet Creators of their own lives Illuminated by a ray of enlightenment

At the bar with the door mirror You can smoke Watch strange passersby from the window Everyone has their own business Your life Good music Nice atmosphere I WILL FORGET about work I WILL live From the notes of a forensic expert I conclude that we will all end up on ice tables Like our hearts Nudes Handwriting becomes illegible I'll try to decipher it later Like a long-forgotten cardiogram It is said to be one of the signs of mental disorder or excessive brain activity Unfinished letters