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ermaid

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I still don’t know which of the two opposite states could be the essence of me, maybe on the contrary, solar euphoria is a deformation. But I can say for sure that it does not matter to me, my heart trembles from the light, but it is obvious that without a shadow it could not be known.

Half illuminated by the moon, half by the sun. It’s like the mystery of the mermaid’s solitude. The sun goes out, and everything inside shrinks. I don’t know how to describe it, like summer anxiety, but in marine aesthetics. She has escaped the net, and she is looking at the horizon, just a little more and the night swim will begin.

There are days in my head when my mind feeds on sunlight. On such days, I can’t imagine my art other than the bloom of spring, a fast ride with an open window on a hot day, or a celebration of the drunken summer sunset, with the coming twilight after. But although the echoes of twilight are present, in the spring it is not colored at night, it is not swept by snow. Whereas in dark times, the shadow of the overcast sky comes to my eyes, blinding and distorting my thoughts.