I am perplexed by the image of fire and the concept of time…
I don’t know if it is art but it sure is fascinating.
What will happen to everything in my head when spring comes? Will it thaw and run off with my wife?
Can you find the polar bear?
Village life. Love. A surreal God. Who fills life with a robust and spirited ale. Optimism. A world open to the Good. Immune to the hostile outside world in Russia. And the coming storm in Europe. It is as if he were a prisoner of his love. Blinded by a life that no longer existed. And without the help of friends and strangers he might have been a victim of that love. In some ways he was a glorious fool.
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