Detective, clown, deleted message
I keep listening to the 'Detective' by Arthur Hailey while fighting to watch memes and other distractions online. I managed to dive into the book and concentrate on hours of the plot development. When I stop the player I don't feel the instant urge to pacify my mind with something 'funnier'.
I found a little gem today, a game 'Poco', a free old-school point and click adventure with simple story about a tiny clown and spontaneous creepy twists. The walkthrough took about an hour but it managed to bring both satisfaction and emotions. Tomorrow I consider trying another game from the developers called 'The Multi-medium'. Both of the projects are weird in a good way, and weirdness is a nice fuel for creativity.
I couldn't reply when my phone started beeping with notifications as Ivan had a moment of emotional availability and started messaging about his feelings of lostness in life. When I finally opened the messenger to reply everything was wiped out. He added a short 'I sent many messages but then I decided to cut it short. I'm just thinking about next plans for my life'. His decision to delete his rare moment when I could have seen him as a person hurt me a little. But it's his decision, I have no right to question it.
I was wrong to watch archive videos about my unbeloved city. It used to be so green and full of historic buildings. Today this is a good example of bruselisation and overpopulation. I like my country but I won't deny when some things get worse. Sometimes I think the world as a whole reached its peak in 90s and then started falling down into the new Middle age. Radicalism, obscurantism, mutual suspicion, and feudal lords making stupid decisions to peasants' detriment.
This time my post is awfully short. I set before to write about 3000 symbols, but do I really need to set rules in a place which is supposed to be made for mental freedom?