Writers are engineers of human souls.

“Раннее утро. Переулок суставчат. Я тягостным ревматизмом двигаюсь из сустава в …”

“Once he raised his arm to show his friends the back of his hand, where the vein…”

“Human life is insignificant. What’s ominous is the movement of the spheres. Whe…”

“Things don't like me. Furniture purposely sticks out its leg for me. A polished…”