Finding Pushkin

It's not possible. A year ago I moved into this blog thinking that a change in environment would help my health, but I realise that at some point the past always has a way to catch up. If only we knew better. Already everything is too late for redemption, it isn't a matter of wanting to be a better person from here on but being constantly reminded about my mistakes. The question—free will or fate?—will determine if one can be saved; but I have no answer.

Another imminent breakdown. I don't think it is possible anymore. The book, the book, the book...