Sometimes it just happens

I hate circumstances and "objective reasons." As a control freak, they are my natural enemies. But sometimes, it just happens.

First, I got sick. Nothing serious, just the winter flu, but it affected the mood and the business. My achievements this week are modest. Second, the holidays. There is no point in writing to anyone right now. External communication is closed.

I’ve paused the development process for now. merkurov.love is formally ready. It needs time to live without my constant interruption. It is likely the best personal website in the world, born from a sad reality: I don’t have a physical home, so I polish my virtual one.

But good things happen too. Thanks to the universe—and its specific representatives—I received a gift that solved my everyday problems. From a barber visit to a new pair of Campers, the same model I wore across the Camino de Santiago.

As usual, I have new columns in Novaya Gazeta.
One is translated into English (a deconstruction of Stanford AI research); another, as an experiment, was published in French. Let’s see what happens.

I do what I can every day. I live on the edge. If it all ends today, I am ready to say: I did everything I could.

The next plan is to finish the Book. As for the rest... I don’t know. But I’m sure the next idea will arrive tomorrow.