PAR-Tea-S

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Elena Sinitsyna. PAR-Tea-S

Part 1. NONFORMAT

Part 2. Buddha

Part 3. I like…

Part 4. I don’t like…

Part 5. It doesn’t matter to me…

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8. About the infinity…

Part 9. BASS

Part 10. MUSIC

Part 11. DIALOGUE

Part 12. GUESTS

Part 13. SPECTACLES

Part 14. WAKE UP!

Part 15. PATHO-LOGY

Part 16. 10/6

Part 17. Meanwhile

Part 18. I.F

Part 19. TRANSMSSION BOX

Part 20 <no title>

Part 21. TWE-n-tea or Ten Words of SALVATOR

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I have small candles. You know, such tiny tin jars, filled with paraffin. Every evening when I open the cover of my laptop, seedy in long journeys, I take one of these candles out of the small box which is on the piano, set fire and with the abrupt movement put it down in a house-lantern with holes cut through its sides. I like to type, drooping my head towards the flaming candle, looking from time to time at the lively fire, because it has the natural riot of thoughts and images essence, which the pale flicker of the computer’s screen is totally deprived of. At least, this is my opinion and there’s no need to be agree with.

It has been almost the circadian since there is no Internet in our district. Just think – twenty times of sixty minutes, but I am aching all over, tighting and curling up owing to the impossibility to escape from this uncivilized city, virtually at least. This is an illusion but I like millions of users stretch hands for it every morning, pressing on the start-bottom of the comp. I want it, I eager for it because I desire to receive, to be with it, to be it self… what is IT?

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I like to suffer (I should to admit it whenever)

I like to love

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