Tuesday, September 22, 2009

You Can't See Me But I'm Here (top) and Bendy (bottom)

At parents' place still, it's so weird, every time someone walks up the stairs I think it's the dog. I wonder how long this will last. It's probably good that I have a billion things to do this week, you know, distraction.

Hanging out in my dad's "office" right now, he's away at work - on his bookshelves you can find among other things: Pushkin, Nekrasov, Lermontov, Tzvetayeva, Proust and Henry Miller and Freud in Russian, two copies of Don Quixote and a really old deteriorated hardcover Soviet book for kids about Americans and American youth culture. This really makes me spend more time at my parents' place.

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