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Who killed the dog?

Day 247 of Current Days: A severe case of a dog Who killed the Dog? Taxes. At Park Lane. Case study of a dog based on Monopoly game…

Bad Attitude: Residual

A skull viewed from the side always has the look of someone in a fine mood. A grin full of teeth.

Farewell to Snow

Farewell to Snow: Day 238 of Current Days. A reflection on parting with the creaking contrast, blinding cold, and the vivid shadows of winter. And light.

The Creator of Pink Universes

Day 237 of Current Days: How I become The Creator of Pink Universes “Mom, can I come in?” a question echoes from the foot of the stairs. “Come…

Day 230. The Vomit of the Mind

Slowly, creating becomes part of the day, like walking the dog or drinking tea. It’s not essential for survival, yet removing it from the script creates a certain deficiency.

Day 229. Craft days

There are creative and craft days. Without craft ones, creative days cannot follow. They get blocked, creating a backlog of unused energy.

Day 228. Catching Chaos

I am getting closer. To that elusive relationship between chaos and perfection. My lifestyle fuels the creation of such works. Catching chaos is my daily life. I managed…

Day 227. Playing God

Painting is playing God: creation beyond logic. The ultimate power is annihilation. Nothing empowers like destruction.

Day 226. It’s only the air

I rest my head on the pillow and try to steady my breath. I feel a chill on my cheek. It’s just fresh air, I tell myself, It’s only the air.

Day 225. Everything is fueled by the sun

The reserve of solar energy I gathered in the summer is running out. I feel the depletion in my bones. Everything is fueled by the sun.

Day 224. The most beautiful things happen in the shadows

Beautiful things happen in the shadows. Shadow is a sanctuary for thoughts that wish to remain hidden. Spirits forage among the leaves.

Day 223. Snow and Anthracite

I am greeted by a flock of rooks. They look proud in their feathered breeches. They contrast wonderfully with the glare of the sun.

Day 222. Roots

I met her again recently. I don’t think of her as a specific individual, but rather as a template. A template of the mind.

Day 221. Flesh, Bone, and Will

It always puzzles me when people speak infantilly about angels. These beings of immense will and a morality that is too difficult for humans to grasp.

Day 220. Concubines

— A Pan, drogi Prezesie, gdzie spędza te wakacje?

Day 219. Lovers

Finally, you have officially become my Muse.

Day 218.

I tak oto zwiedza mój świat oniryczny spisany tragicznie bohater liryczny.

Day 217. Hermès

Pewien uroczy dżentelmen razu pewnego wziął mnie w rejs gondolą wieczoru zlewnego