
Chaos, the mess, the mess, the mess, the accident, the surf, the nonsense, the mess, the puppy, the abyss surrounds us every day, living inside us, us and being us. And all we have to do is try to streamline it with numbers, tables, time, the system.

Internal and external chaos I tried to put in letters, distance between letters, in the shell of art. I tried to steal everything around me, hide it in the text, my biggest theft is Vasily Melnichenko’s joke at his lecture «Chaos as a Situation of Artistic Thinking.»
