Well, maybe the last post was too much. Probably offensive. It's a dark times, and a dark times of my soul. I want to create art that makes people feeling good, that's it. But from time to time I can't contain what's inside me. And writing about being killed by missile _while missiles were literally in the air_ was a bad medicine, I afraid. (Putin was giving speech, and when he's giving speech, they fire missiles at us. It'a Russian tradition, I suppose. A cultural thing, something from Dostoevsky, or from Chaikovsky, or Atomic Heart, I don't know.) We're appreciating all the support. We're depending on it.