Darkwave, wi†ch house, post-punk.
Black'n'white photography is a passion.
Love forest walks and camping.
Seeking a friend.
TG @sklen
Odinoчєstvo шtrix.
I'm a calm and quiet guy, while inside I scream and rebel. Life slips through my fingers, but the right people are not met. The closer a guy gets to being himself, the lonelier he is. But without the right people I'm just a pale semblance of what I could have become. Or maybe that's what it's all about - to beget yourself within self and assert without people? I began this journey as an autistic person, afraid to talk to people, to look at people, to stand amongst. I have been on hundreds of dates since then, training myself not to be embarrassed and to go with the flow. Bars, cafes, restaurants, movies, theaters, parks, exhibitions, parties, hangouts and drug dens. So crowded, so hollow all the same. The choice is as if you want to try everything, and then you realize that it's more like a museum than a candy store. The social machine can feed, give work and shelter, patch up flesh... But why is it so lonely? I am surrounded by people, but they are alien to me. Can you feel it? I am willing to go along, to listen to your music, to read your books, and I've done so countless times. It's a thankless labor to get to know you, to follow, to wade through the lies and pretenses and start again, start again. A silent room and a thick forest are a better company. That drives me back where I started. And here we go again: the isolation, the fears, the loneliness.
