Book: Cartagena

The network is such a thing, in it you can shout that you are a murderer, and no one will even raise an eyebrow. And hang a video with a talking cat, people from all over the world will gather, they will sigh and swell.

Women are the gatekeepers of chaos, you trust them by default, if they do not hold the door well, then darkness penetrates everywhere.

As soon as a person decides that he was created for hatred, fastened by it, as if a museum skeleton of a predatory creature - with a wire, he becomes fragile, and if the wire is pulled out, he will crumble into a thousand vertebrae and small cartilages.

How do you deal with your present if the past turns out to be a trick?

Age is supposed to be counted from the end of the line, just not everyone understands it.

The writer must leave behind a difficult youth full of misunderstandings, wanderings and joyful outbursts of grief.

Confusion is what remains of hatred when you forget the face you hated.