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"Uneasy Center" (Bridget Riley, 1963) Psychotherapy is presented as internal work on oneself, which in the long term is a common good, since one who understands or understands oneself becomes a healthy, able-bodied individual in many of the same. This is the utopia of a healthy society. A psychotherapist who actively runs social networks to ultimately make money, let’s call him a psychotherapist-media, faces an impossible task.

Your face will be imprinted on the tree leaves, And John Lennon's glasses And a bearded guy in a hat, They are leaves and a pile of paper clips. Paper clips - they do not rust, but they used to rust. Here, during the war there were rusty passports, this was a sign of authenticity, I almost went through spy school, evading heads, I wonder when they bloom, do they smell delicious? I can only imagine how I didn’t learn to take photographs because it’s a shame to get into someone else’s life.

*** sleep well - it's a dream at the top of the snowy mountains behind bars in the red zones Rossonnadzor won't come neither patrol nor convoy neither the judge nor the plaintiff sleep peacefully - as if alive we will finally wake up *** in what year did time stop How's your heart?

Tell me loudly, loudly, so that I heard somewhere in the depths of my stomach, they died, these terrible words? They no longer hit like a hammer there, somewhere in the depths of the stomach, This means they died without leaving children, somewhere there, in the depths of the mother's belly. We will now give birth to other words from the remains of shit, in the depths of the mother's belly.