This is an attempt for online privacy, the ritual trying to play with some kind of seclusion from online-condos of social networks. To just share this and that without instant gratification and possibly without almost any external observers.
Some doodles, some music, some lines resembling poetry, some reader’s impressions, some abstract thoughts.
This construct of “myself” does literary translations and editing (professionally), manages a few public creative affairs which there’s no point to call “business”, publishes books (mainly in translation). It draws, paints, makes some rhymed and non-rhymed poetry, and chases some other mental futilities.
So this here shall be an experiment of virtual aloneness.
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