They say that man is talking animals. No, rather, man is an animal writing. And the number and diversity of human inscriptions - if we talk only about the inscriptions - not a positive number. Some are cut, carved, others inscribed, painted. One's own hand, other hand, the heirs, grandchildren, great-grandchildren. Some of yesterday, the other ten, a hundred years ago or a century, millennium. They then long, then short, the proud, modest, even too modest, the lush, simple, weird, it could not be more accurate, with no dates, with dates, talking not only about the month and year to come an event, but even those, about an hour, they then went on a marvelous strength, depth, poetry, sometimes expressed in any one row, which is a hundred times more valuable than many, many so-called great works of literature. In the end the same day all these innumerable and so on each other unlike human footprints produced strikingly the same impression.
Always dreamed about homework interesting, enthralling you in these wilds, where you do not want to get out and irritates the only time allotted for its implementation. Especially because I'm slow. Time to be swinging more than his allotted to it.
Graffiti .. To all this just add an opinion is difficult to avoid repetition, so if suddenly my thoughts are similar to those of someone else's, then it is certainly not out of malice or the desire sumnichat front of an audience class.
Rebellion in the arts continues and ends in the true art ... The Revolution, for its part, is approved only to create a civilization ... Thus, the two questions posed by our time in front of the stalled society - is it possible to work and whether the revolution - merge into one problem of the revival of civilization
