21M, Russia, 6'1/165lb

I am a cool guy, you are a cool girl/guy. So! Let's give it a try!

For general interests:
>philosophy
- existentialism, nihilism, stoicism, absurdism - we can play the happy Sisyphus together, yay!
>poetry
- we can share what we write, and share what we liked in poetry of others (mostly shit on others)
>composing music
- insights on best VST Plugins so we make best sound, but no music
>self-reflection
- how we fell into the river of thoughts for 10 minutes staring at a glass of milk at 6 am

For those who want to read a LITTLE BIT (i swear) more:

>Opening, THE PROBLEM (hell yeah)
Whatever I write, or even think of, comes with the thought - "Why bother?" - and the answer I came to is - "Why not?"

>Main part, THE ABSURD
Why not to write some poetry, to show a wound in a flesh of consciousness, even if only emptiness will read it. It's somehow formed into choosing to "play life", not to "live life". And that 'somehow' is actually a constant process of self-analysis, self-reflection, self-realization.

>Ending, THE ACCEPTANCE
I came to the point where all I say comes with layers of cynicism, irony and deep and brittle hope - that, maybe, 'somehow', somebody will read through the layers, will decode the message and will say:
- "Have you ever tried to foresee what will be the next part of the live improvisation song?"
- "Yes, sure, I did!"
- "Do you think it is the same for having a dialogue with somebody?"
- "You mean that some dialogues can be so intriguing and inviting to make bets on what they will say next?"
- "Yes, and isn't it so fulfilling and childishly joyful to feel that you have some underlying, not visible but sensible connection?"
- "It is indeed, it is the magic of being heard, of being acknowledged, the answer to the echoes of desire to see yourself in someone else"

..whatever happens next - will reflect not an empty call into the void, but an answer it can give back, even if it was once and never again.

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