I’ll Follow The Sun
The world of pensioners. Weather. Love and blood.
“In the midway of this our mortal life,
I found me in a gloomy wood, astray
Gone from the path direct..”
“When I travel I have nothing to care for but myself, and the laying out;
my money; which is disposed of by one single precept; too many things are required to the raking it together; in that I understand nothing…”
The world of pensioners
In the end of this mortal life the world of retirees is not so terrible as it might seem at first glance. You can consider this world as the threshold of hell, of course, but this is not entirely true.
“But it is very dangerous to look deeper into the hearts of women.”
– “Dead Souls”, a novel by Mykola Gogol.
“Yes! I got married. But I didn’t die.” – from a conversation between two men in a Kyiv bar.
“Tu mettrais l’univers entier dans ta ruelle,
Femme impure! L’ennui rend ton âme cruelle.” – Charles Baudelaire
Gender! Gender! Gender! The wave of gender, like a tsunami as high as Mont Blanc, rolls around the globe.
I can still see from here a clear calm morning on the beach in Pandemonium, where all these Charlie Weinstein’ brothers are taking sea baths. Silence and serenity are present here.