…A Cosmo bought by a stranger in a bar gathering on October evening few years back; a sketchy car conversation with a spouse of 18 years in front of the doctor’s office; a drunkard’s threats one glorious morning in the park of an old city – all these are bombs that blew your life into pieces.
Or there could be standstill days, nor here not there, between the skies and the water, end of the old routine and start of the new. Like when you finally graduated, and whole race of the past half-a-year, permanent lack of sleep, endless rush, no-time-to-look-at-the-mirror’ life hit the brakes.
No obligations, no appointments, you’re free of everybody and everything – and they’re free from you. You’re not needed, the world is indifferent either you’re still here or went to Yekaterinburg feeling sudden urge to look at the jades in Geological Museum….