“You're probably wondering why we need such a complex system. Why does the computer need to monitor everyone? What do we do with all this information?” Mikhail said, settling into a chair in front of the monitors, and answered...

The small coffee shop was quiet and cozy. Everything here created a vintage atmosphere of the eighties. The round tabletops of the small tables were covered with a print in the form of clippings from old English-language newspapers. Ball-shaped...

darkness bane I'm insane it is a painful understandinginside I twist while you insist you love meperhaps it is my skewed vision that is offmy perception of love... askewdastardly the way it creeps under your skinthreading its way through...

In art I find shelterI go away from the stormI pour my teacupAnd burn, burn, burn.