about

I must write what is here.

This site was born in my oriental period when I was engaged in Aikido and a few significant Japanese concepts came into my life: The stakes of the stakes of the stakes of the stakes of the stakes of the stakes of the stakes of the stakes of the stakes of the stakes of the stakes of the stakes of the stakes of the stakes of the stakes of the stakes of the stakes of the stakes of the stakes of the stakes of the stakes of the, HAIGA Yes to Wabi-Sabi.

At that time, a lot of good deep things were flocking to me. I am extremely grateful to Sensis and fate that this stage of life has come to life, because the live movement does not give the mind and teaches that you do not need to preserve moments even if they are magical. The deeper the feeling, the more fragile and lighter it is, even than the air, somewhere in the weight of the soul.

Thanks to that time, I realized that everything was moving forever: our states, thoughts, air, planets. There is no start and end, there are no stops where the whole can live. There is no other life somewhere - better or worse. What is, and I am - it is seamless.

I started writing such a few lines, in my opinion, about the texts that mention the essence. This is how this site came into being.

And later, since I wrote texts before, there were more texts here, and now and more.

I tried to arrange and categorize them:

Words are a fragile feeling

Sentences are etudes, poetic texts

Dreams are my previous creation and something else

Synthesis are newbies, experiments with artificial intelligence. I have always been interested in technology, so these large language generation models are no exception. I am very wondering how deep they can reach.

workshops are new tests, text sketches and creative exercises from courses, slam, biblioclub and other experiments.

this site is growing and it no longer has one clear genre. sometimes I question whether wabi-sabi can still embrace it all. but so be it. let it be imperfect. let it be as it is. let it be

sometimes it seems to me that there are several different authors living on this site: one wants to be silent, another to write haiku, a third to spoil fairy tales, a fourth to talk to artificial intelligence, a fifth looks suspiciously at everything and laughs when it seems inappropriate.

but maybe it has to be.

After all, a person is not a piece of furniture from a catalog. rather, it's already a drawer, in which a stone from the sea, a non-functioning clock, a foreign key, an old photograph, several incomprehensible dreams and a screw found on the floor, which is not clear from what, but cannot be thrown away, are lying together.

wabi-sabi is still a Japanese aesthetic to me: a sense of transience, imperfection, crack and fragile light. only this site eventually filled with sherds of a different pottery. so wabi-sabi here learns to embrace more: not only silence and sadness, but also dreams, irony, technology, fairy tales, old texts and new attempts.

some texts maybe too short, others too long, some too sad, others laugh too much at serious things. some were born out of silence, some out of fatigue, some out of a desire to understand why the world sometimes seems like a broken dream instead of a whole.

I don't know if there is literature here.

maybe sometimes there is.

maybe sometimes it's just an attempt not to get stuck in your thoughts and not to lose touch with what is still alive: body, memory, dreams and everyday life.

this site is not a finished work. it is more of a place where the texts are left to live. some eventually fade away, others start to sound different, others turn out to have been more important than they seemed when they were written.

if you came here looking for a clear direction, you may not find it.

but maybe you'll find a sentence that will stop the inner noise for a while.

maybe some strange image.

maybe a small crack, which is not visible as a defect, but as light.