I wanted to take a glass of Ballantine’s, but it wasn’t for running part of nose, which wasn’t disturbing me. No, there was supposed to be a wish. I hadn’t it. Instead, I listened Needles and Pins by Jackie DeShannon who is an original singer and The Everly Brothers’ Crying in the Rain. A thing why my left nostril was running was due to that whole place of these dark territories stays on swamps. It has a high humidity. Did I tell that I never belonged to there? Weather normalized with a fan partially in the next day on that damned land while I was recalling blessed Massachusetts.
The Red Wheel was taken and there was the last thing for do after that what was packing of suitcase but I did years ago. I only needed Nissan NV400 type of car for load my stuff. Just thing about “when” which still was with a question mark. And that fact was continuing to eat my liver as eagle did with Prometheus because state was unchangeable. I thought again on that I doomed on wandering in sufferings. The only thing in the world made me happy lately was watching bloopers of Hacker T Dog who is a lovely guy. While I was sitting and did learning on announcing films, which weren’t enticing. A conception of Salvable is wonderful on boxer who wasn’t lucky in dreams and got offer from his friend on do illegal fighting but I became disinterested by promising simplicity on that hero will have between underground beating and daughter who, probably, is estranged as always. It’s a familiar situation in movies and family is always a chosen variant what isn’t gripping for storytelling. I love personages who with matured age and still aspire to realize dreams. No believe to Salvable and same no shining light with Mel Gibson at all who has a cool look in the last years while he plays in VOD movies and, I think, he does it for pleasure, because Gibson has a bank account with which can make own flicks.
My inner turned me to laziness in intention to apply on variant with available American embassies. It was when superhero deprives his unnatural abilities and falls on the ground. That inner was explaining to me I shouldn’t do that. I didn’t it and a vigor stance returned to me. But I sharply felt on that if I applied on available the middle of August.
I’m in writing of the third article in the big book, which unfinished because I’m waiting for an event, and I dropped draft for the fourth text. Then I did addition on New Hollywood. Everything that still brings to necessity to be lettered but I decided with myself I willn’t write more articles and no additions after these ones as well as I definitely installed the big book will be finished at all in October as the latest. I want to take attention on novella in the nearest time, which unquestioning complete goal at latest was before results of US election initially though it doesn’t do importance for storyline but it will right to finish before that. One-third is made and that’s excellent.
Anybody of wonderful people knew routes how to contact me if I don’t use phone. Viktor didn’t connect after two months. I agreed on his offer, which was Shitovsk Tour, because I didn’t meet him for long. Maybe, that journey wouldn’t be so terrible while I wasn’t sure it will be though my inner spoke other. I would simply visit Viktor and his house, which is the other world. It is devastating to my unhappy heart, a cat Ozzy disappeared and after him mighty and beautiful Chernysh (a name derives from “black” and means more vivid and characterizes till definitive this color.), whom Viktor accepted after Ozzy and gave this name, also gone. I love these guys. They were deserving civilization. Viktor’s garden deprived of necessary life.
Marquise de Custine knew definition of beautiful town and buildings. Las Vegas is that one who hadn’t involvement of artists. It took sights from the world by recreating them in miniature (same thing did Saint-Petersburg.) and built many casinos. I would visit for one reason, which was a David Copperfield’s show. However, since I revealed a magician isn’t a diligent man by his harassment involvements – I haven’t a point to come to Las Vegas.
I have cities and countries in which I willn’t come. Usually for political reasons. My friend Philipp invited me over to Saint-Petersburg in numerous times after Crimea annexation. I couldn’t to which he told me more than once “You come to me, not to Putin”. I had a second factor, which was with Philipp himself then, but it’s gone while the first is unchangeable. I have in curiosity to enter to Yusupov Palace for see a place of reprisal on Grigoriy Rasputin. I forgot or I hadn’t mighty interest in all previous visits of town, which never was sympathetic to me. It’s climate and location were wrong choices of that one man who decided, but he didn’t care as same he had to many people who died for his ambition. That’s ridiculous to associate with Venice. Wide ugly channels don’t remind a sophistication of Italian town. I never had that coming thought. There were many disgusting things committed by Peter I as one of them was creation of Kunstkamera. Canning of defected stillborn people and animals isn’t respectful.
Hermitage is the second biggest museum in the world was the only what I liked in Saint Petersburg. That was another world in comparison with whole empire. Me and Philipp crossed it in one day by debunking myth that it impossible to do. Although we were getting art by straight walking, looking around and sometimes doing short commentaries with occasional stops on what attracted attention. Philipp did photo of astonished him Black Square by Kazimir Malevich in which simple and primitive drawing I never saw as unusual. I was excited by Italian Hall contained incredible and living portraits premises with all right collection of weapon of past centuries what is my Achilles in everything with guns.
But I don’t bemoan that I willn’t see Yusupov Palace, because contemporary overhaul did desecration and deprived look and atmosphere of past. Also I look on eating table and I don’t see the French cakes by which conspirators wanted to kill monk.
Without regret about The Mask of Sorrow in Magadan by Ernst Neizvestnyi, the second and the last thing I would look on those dark territories, but an absence of big desire here.
I wanted to violate my word in September 2021 by seeing news on exhibition of Italian cars in Moscow. COVID did long stuck from my plans and dreams, what brought to personal with commies. And I hadn’t vacation for almost four years. I wanted to reinvigorate myself by moving to exhibition despite on views. I began planning and conducting of two-day trip in which I revealed – nothing to do in this big city. This was before invasion. What’s else I could do, me always stranger in Moscow? Visitation of place where Boris Nemtsov was murdered willn’t add details to disclosed. I could only go for self-assurance and putting flower. Underground secret archive storage of Internal Affair Ministry and bunker of fallen empire could be curious places, but they didn’t fill all time. I was surprised by availability of that because KGB, as typical for Muscovy, doesn’t unclose even less meaningful secrets. Their predecessor, The Soviets, presented itself as perfect state by didn’t reporting on crimes in news and covered any kind of failures such it was with Valentin Bondarenko. From there, I believe that behind of Dyatlov’s incident was a missile, because many military complexes were nearby and they did testing. A group was in strike radius when the missile, which was a chemical weapon, hit. Their poisoning of chemicals caused their behavior. Movement of tents in that the missile is capable to do a snowslide. The vultures had days before corpses were found.
I became unquiet in my upcoming trip. I felt heavy in mine intention. I was looking for explanation to myself in that I’m doing right. Eventually, I cancelled everything and my stance returned to normality. But I wanted to see these cars what I did before decision. I found out museums from which cars arrived. There were two of them. Primarily they were from Turin’s National Car Museum. I said to myself, I will see them in future to what I hadn’t thought of believe. One year with some months later and I in Turin’s National Car Museum.