The New Year breathes. This holiday, which remained a holiday for me in my distant childhood, is already near. I haven’t noticed it for more than 15 years. And this time there is nothing to even celebrate. It’s like everything is fine with me, but total darkness on all fronts around me. As an optimist, I stay afloat. As a person who sees details around and is attentive to the environment, I feel how bad everything is and every day it gets worse.

I can distract myself from this when I am engaged in texts, when I am writing. I don’t like the renewed shutdown schedule at all, because it disrupts my own work schedule. Forced to share previously recorded videos in the following days.

The writing marathon continues and here I add another video, the 19th hour of my work on the text: