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Dialogue about the future of technology and the meaning of man

Valdas: Okay, so what is a frequency band? How accurately are they distributed? Isn't, for example, frequency 1 and frequency 2 or frequency 1 and frequency 1.1 already something else? I understand that maybe the question seems strange, but maybe you will understand what I am interested in. 🙂 Gemini: This is great and…

Ticket to nowhere

That sound, rhythmic and insistent like an inquisitor's interrogation, long ago became my inner metronome, beating the beat not of prayer but of decay. A drop. Silence. A drop. The faucet of the washroom at the end of the corridor, broken maybe since the spring, drove a nail into the coffin of infinity during the dead of night,...

Aquarium

The glass wall between me and them, or maybe between me and everything, is thin, barely perceptible, but insurmountable like the flow of time. I sit in a shabby waiting room chair, the leather of which is cracked like hardened earth, and I watch their silent, water-filled life. Slow,…

Intersection

A body heavy as if drenched in cement dust climbed into the bowels of the double-decker bus, each step a separate burst of pain through the knees and hips, as if someone were turning rusty screws in the joints of the body. The top floor, as always, smelled of wet wool and…

Staff

I The past is an abandoned railway cut into the outskirts of the city. The tracks, two rusted scars, are still there, but the trains no longer run on them. I walk them slowly, carefully, as if afraid of slipping into time. The rubble creaks underfoot, and the old wooden sleepers, rotten and…

Ritual

The drum of the washing machine spun its silent, mechanical ritual, and I watched it as if hypnotized, sitting on the cold bathroom tiles. A world reduced to soapy water and spinning tissues. Soaked, tangled forms - as if drowned hopes - lashed to...

I won

We do not go to war over abstract concepts like justice, freedom, or gods. These are just signs that politicians, self-important versions of better suits, cover up a much older, dirty impulse. With a sigh, I put my foot down on the first step of the cement basement, and…

Fountain

The heat above the square quivered like a transparent shiver, absorbing the reflections of the buildings and turning them into quivering mirages. In the very center, like an altar to a pagan deity, gushed a fountain - its currents, like the petrified backs of snakes, shot into the sky and fell...

Snail

It was raining. No, this was not the calm, pattering rain from the old books. Here the sky vomited bile, and the wipers, like two hysterical preachers, waved desperately in front of their eyes, trying to clean the world, but only smearing it into blurry spots of light. The road that shines…