Maybe in a past life I was a great sinner.
Because now God has deprived me the main thing in life - Objectives, and, consequently, its meaning.
And now everyday carousel small events brings nothing but a slave of indifference and irritation.
Although sometimes want to smoke a cigar, and a long look into the distance at sunrise (sunset) sun. And the head can not think on anything good focus and more obeys the spinal cord.
In a previous life, when I was a terrible drunkard, was even a purpose - to drink and dive into drunken illusion but now otrezvevshie remnants of the brain trying to move, but being does not allow him to go further petty tasks: Breakfast, lunch, dinner, medicines, bazaar, dirty dishes, dirty floor ...
It is surprising that with such a mood, I still was able to fairly quickly draw his last (the hair on his head began to move from the word) picture. See. In the Annex.
The main thing in this picture - a distorted surface of the Red Square. If you look closely at it, then people with weak vistibyulyarnym apparatus dizzy. This surface is called a hyperbolic paraboloid, and she hold of me back in 1970 on the course of descriptive geometry.
Today I start my short cruise on the presences and haunts of vice Russia and I hope that it will inject me with optimism and fresh ideas.