I am publishing a brief analysis of James Ferraro’s album “Human Story 3”. More than 4 years have passed since its release, but the relevance of the problem posed in it seems to have only increased. During this time, James released the EP “Four Pieces for Mirai” - an overture to a large-scale project of 4 full-length albums - the composer’s magnum opus about the fate of humanity.

Dialogues and monologues in pictures 18+ 1. Juvenile Justice Hall 2.Judge Hall of Fame 3.British Museum 4.Museum of State Unitary Enterprise Ritual 5.Musee Entomologique 6.British Museum 7.NATO House Museum 8. RFU Museum 9.Museum of the Diplomatic Academy 10.British Museum 11. Cinematography Museum 12. Cinematography Museum 13.Museum of Family, Private Property and State 14.Museum of the Diplomatic Academy 15.Judge Hall of Fame 16.Museum of Family, Private Property and State 17.

My grandfather began to forget We call each other every morning He is in Yekaterinburg I'm in Moscow We call each other And I hear on the phone Not just his voice But also grandma's voice My grandfather began to forget to turn off the phone after our conversation with him And when I write this text I can hear what they are talking about now For them, Moscow is a scary and wild island They are watching TV They would like me to change my mind and return to Yekaterinburg Then they will discuss

I had a nanny Maxim Well, like a nanny My grandfather's graduate student From time to time he was asked to babysit me when I was five, When everyone was at work.

Large-scale natural disasters leave a huge mark on the historical memory of peoples. One can say more - perhaps this is the only object that in our historical memory reminds us that man exists in the natural environment, that man is a being, as one should say following Vernadsky, a geobiosocial being.

The aliens did not allow Darwin to go to Mars because they were afraid that he would invent some nasty things about them too. * * * The future is a relic of the past, and, therefore, we must strive back to the source, for there is immortality in it. * * * Man is a mysterious relic of the ape, the mystery of which Darwin made insoluble. * * * The search for ways to become a Man for a monkey always ends with finding a like-minded Darwin...

Gray cold wind goes through the nostrils all over the body like liquid diamond. I, like him I'm walking down the alley and I hear screams disadvantaged eyes. They forgot how to sing how to fly and suffer; like in an open field you can jump. And I don’t see it nearby I am at peace among them, just a naked dance proud pine trees. And for some reason everything I'm crying; pours from the same exact eyes All my accumulated for months mother of pearl gray scum.