Numb fingers and toes This couple in love Mixed up my emotions Behind every thought is love or fear What will you choose again Can't find support I'm losing consciousness Floating in zero gravity Long ago I ran away from my own pride Period in a month I have once in I'll gather my strength I'll write I'll be exhausted I don't know the strain Only our breakup Wait Another day without rain I'll warm myself with my own sun I'll get burned I'll get used to it Clean up traces So that no one notices

This documentary play was created by Anastasia Patlay and 26 theatrical emissaries of Central Asia on the stage of the legendary Tashkent “Ilkhom” last September. For thirteen years now, the Laboratory of Young Directors of Central Asia has been held there, supported by the Swiss Embassy. This year, managers joined the directors, and the program for the laboratory was organized and conducted by the “School of Theater Leader” of the Moscow Center named after Vs. Meyerhold.

I won't let myself be completely swallowed up Finally Amazing What's eating me? I'll fight back I'll stand on my hands I'll turn the Earth upside down How piercing Sight Through the seas She's not yours Not mine Alien But joint Better than us Capable of anything Avalanche of nostalgia I like to live in my own abyss Trim hair Draw trees What are they thinking? My head is spinning Sing songs About the eternal

The Rhino publishing house has published the long-awaited Russian translation of the cult experimental novel by Iranian philosopher Reza Negarestani. What is commonly called the founder of the theory-fiction genre is a fusion of political samizdat, speculative theology, occult treatise, detective horror and cryptohistory of the Middle East. One of the main figures in this narrative is oil - the alpha and omega of political-economic relations in the region and around the world.

Once again I'm left alone with myself Scary Hole It grows inside All thoughts Stuck on poisonous thorns again We took steps away from each other I'll reset it by accident I'm dumbfounded How to get yourself out of the other world Indirect cardiac massage To the very soul I'll ascend to the sky I'll fall again How many of these changes can you observe in a day? To After I'll pull the harness Believe me, there are people on the moon too

The city is a political space. The art of being with each other is embodied in the topos of the polis: Aristotle wrote about this in “politics”, justifying the role of the city as a place where a person can satisfy not only the most primitive of natural needs, but move on to the most sublime of them, embodying his essence as a political being.

The phone rang in the house of the “man in the stroller.” The “white woman” spoke. -Have you heard about the G*** rose garden in Tamagawa? It will close permanently in May. -- Why? - It is not needed, a site for a driving school will be built on site. You can't just leave it like that. Shall we go and have a look? He said nothing. - I'll pick you up at three. The call ended. The man went limp in the stroller again. His passionate interest in observing roses from the outside disappeared.