CURRENT MISSION Write my first novel (English) ABOUT ME P.S.: Dearly Departed (And) And the honks of cars from the outside fit in with the music. And she held my hand in my pocket – standing w/her back towards me, staring out the window – and cried silently, her tears slowly dripping down her cheeks. And her thumb was as cold as it ever was, while the rest of the hand – hot/warm (a paradox). And the music was quiet and lonesome. And out there was fog over Odessa, the usual April endeavor, when the temperature of the seas exceeds that of air. And out on the balcony were horizontal ropes and прищепки – the plastic, the blue the red and the green. And the music was getting symphonic from the chamber. And she whispered: “This is so sad...” And my heart pounded wildly, while something gurgled in the background – the sound of soya beans boiling on the stove. And yet all I kept thinking was: writing this down is more important than living it. And all I kept wanting to do was to jot this down as fast as I could. And I did. PHILOSOPHY The likely attracts the likelier. The unlikely attracts the unlikeliest. When the rough gets going, the going gets going blind (out of blind need).