Heaven is May, Hell is a Garden In this May garden there is a war going on Where is heaven and where is hell no one can tell... Actually, the differentiation of post-cemetery existence into heaven and hell reveals such a social institution as a public toilet. There is also a very conventional marking, namely the entrance for men and women.

In St. Petersburg, books are still read. It's an ontological gesture on top of nostalgia. The smartphone offers a flow, a slide, an endless scrolling of the feed, where one message displaces another with the same inexorability with which the water in the Neva washes away the ripples from falling raindrops. The book is resistance to entropy. She stands in the thickness of the fluid. In it, time is captured by the binding, like an insect in amber. The smartphone is a tool of the present.

withstand stress own body tension be a hero illusion I want to fit in moving from wall to wall gets on one knee and spins around quickly illusion withstand stress support one's own body spin quickly snails also fight, moving from wall to wall, am I really a man again?