Introduction on behalf of the translator If you ask a familiar farmer: "Does your wife work?" if you ask, you will often hear only one answer: "No, he is sitting at home." If you ask the question differently: "Does it help with the farm?" - you will immediately get the answer: "Yes, it's all on him." One woman: that cloth, that wealth, those forty jars of jam that were boiled all August... In the first answer, this is not considered labor, and in the second - just "help".

[from a series of my dialogues with AI, without additional editing or simplification] - Let's look at the paradox of loneliness. My thesis: a person is always alone, especially in the face of the unknown, frightening or in the face of death. Loneliness accompanies us throughout our lives, ready to manifest itself at the most inopportune moments, accompanying a person into the abyss of despair and depression. Social and family ties are a fiction covering up an unsightly reality.

* Lately, no matter where I go, a white dog always runs out to meet me. White dogs. They are different. But there is one that is being repeated more and more often. Huge. Fluffy. He jumps out of nowhere and hits my knee with his muzzle. Licks it as we speak. Something is shifting in the cards, in the figures. With my land we sit down late at night in the old garden and play chess. * Palms full of milk. Someone trustingly drinks milk from your palms. It's me?

Worn alone bracelet - garnet, corset - agate, brass knuckles - granite, stiletto - triangular and a security amulet - five petal lilac: A little I took it with me on the road. The second one took with me visor - fear no evil, one hundred forged shoes and one crystal, and took on a crystal voice, and her cup is faceted, to the edge - holy water. You'll have a drink, right? Blood with milk The two of them stood together. And the first one is not her fault, that she drank to the bottom.

here is our little Yerevan our little pirate ship emigration within emigration within return a fountain that you can jump over like a fire and never get wet here is our space without pro wandering This foolishness and nomadism.

Neurophenomenology, commissioned science and a lesson in early genetics It started out beautifully. In 1996, Francisco Varela published a paper subtitled “a methodological cure for a difficult problem” and proposed the term “neurophenomenology.” He himself did not like the term; he could not come up with a better one: to talk about neuro-psycho-evolutionary phenomenology would, in his words, be unjustifiably cumbersome. This was started against reductionism, not for it.

[from a series of my dialogues with AI, without additional editing or simplification] — it seems to me that hikki (hikikomori) feel the hidden pressure of urban culture, which tries to latently isolate the subject, integrating him into the system of consumption and control.