Ziggy, play guitar!

If God could make a visit—

Or ever took a Nap—

So not to see us—but they say

Himself—a Telescope

Emily Dickinson

I never felt at home in Russia, neither at school, nor at college. It doesn't mean I'm constantly miserable, but I don't belong here, I don't understand local people, and I don't get what's going on. 

I don't drink vodka, I am not orthodox, I don't value self-torture, don't hate rest of the world. I didn't cry tears of pride during the opening ceremony of the 2014 Winter Olympics in Sochi, watching Natasha Rostova's first ball. 

I did cry though when the Starman hopped off. Ain't gonna write about David Bowie, got nothing to add to the things that have been recently said.  

But how I wish the progressive humanity stopped producing numerous dull, indie-comatose worthless songs and sent us, barbarians, some musical delight. It's dull enough in here. 
What a vacuum he leaves.