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Artist do not live in a vacuum, we live in our minds mostly. However, subconsciously I think we draw on the works others to form a style of our own. 134 more words


Pity the Fool

Dear Alese,

Sometimes I tend to feel unlovable. It’s like no one knows what’s it like to walk inside my head and see life in the bleak contrast I do, and it’s fuckin’ ridiculous because that’s isn’t who I aim to be, but’s it’s a part of who I am and I rather keep that side under the wraps permanently than let anyone call me out on it. 375 more words



“The whole night in my sleep,
when I am with you,
The morning hustle as an alarm clock,
makes me wonder,
Did I sleep talk as well?”
-Tanvi Churi

Different Kindness

Dear Alese,

I’ve got sticky fingers. I’m an addict. I’ll hold on to whatever I wish to keep until it suffocates. On one hand, traits that make up me as a person, mindsets that define who I am, will probably end up destroying everything close to me. 505 more words


The Caucasus in Russian Literary Imagination: Pushkin, Lermontov and Tolstoy (part I)

I have been away for a quite some time but now I am back, and so is the ‘The Caucasus Calling’. While away, I suddenly made a surprising shift from looking at contemporary proceedings to diving back into Russia and Caucasus’ nineteenth-century history. 1,965 more words

The Priest of Beauty: Words that Move


These requested melancholy words are inscribed on the grave John Keats. After moving to the Papal States when his consumption worsened (three years before his death), Keats wrote “ Dear Fanny” that, “‘If I should die,’ I said to myself, ‘I have left no immortal work behind me – nothing to make my friends proud of my memory – but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remember’d.'” (Emphasis added.)

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