For this, freedom is equal to the pursuit of pleasure, which turns into the meaning of the subject’s life, leaving behind only anger from their lack. It is false, it runs to the point of protest, in which the subject usually blames someone for what is happening to him, not realizing that it is he himself, and everything that cannot be acceptable in relation to himself.

Books often take us to other worlds, give us freedom and tranquility, but relationships with books do not always work out. I want to talk about those books that I was never able to finish reading. Francis Scott Fitzgerald "Tender is the Night" I already read Fitzgerald’s book “The Great Gatsby” once. Then it seemed to me that the author wrote a little boringly, but I really liked the plot. That is why, when I saw another book by this author in the store, I rushed to the checkout.

Drawing by Nikolai Sologub, “the image of a cockroach without a head and thoughts about it without a head, because they don’t need heads, since they are already in the head,” from the film “Cockroach in the Underground,” Kyiv, 2020 - based on texts by Andrey Khanov. Yes. And for me to read. About networks... I still need to read your text about percepton.

We publish fragments from the diary of Ivan Mishutin with a foreword by Vlad Gagin. There is an opinion that any diary, even if the author does not expect the publication of what he has written, has - albeit an imaginary - reader. At the same time, the content of the diary can be very different: from a detailed description of inner life to a shopping list.