Courtyard spaces–X

– I need a text for the article, otherwise no one needs a series of incomprehensible photos without a description! – every time I catch myself thinking. – But where to get thoughts if they are not? Comments to the photos of “what’s the place” will not be clear to anyone. Well, the "Borki" microdistrict, well, yards among the pines, well, the outskirts of the city. Without a description, these places can generally be confused with any city in our country.

– I still need to write something! Write some nonsense, everything that comes to mind or does not go...the main thing is to start, – again the voice in my head. – Look at the photos, what do they associate with you, what feelings do you evoke? – I force myself.

So that is not every time, but only when there are no thoughts in the head.

Some unknown force makes me take pictures of these courtyards and believe that sometime these photos will cost at least something.

Their value will not be in terms of money, they will have some kind of moral value.

“In the meantime, I’m doing what my heart tells me,” – it sounds somehow too lyrical, not in my style.

“I'm just doing what pins me,” – this is already more closer to my spirit.

Interestingly, am only I one to have a dialogue in my head...or is it schizophrenia?

Interestingly, am only I imagine myself as a different person in my head...or is it a split personality?

So many questions. And if I'm alone with me longer, then more of them.

Most importantly, the answers are most often found!

But the more you learn, the more questions arise.

There are also cases when there is simply no answer.

And it also happens that you go to the answer in the most difficult ways, but it lay on the surface all this time .

So I stretched the text, writing all sorts of rubbish about the "question" and "answer." Maybe then it was not worth writing anything at all?

But it’s not interesting. Suddenly someone will read...at least they have a fun!