The author of this book may be better known as a musician of Port Mone, Polyn or SK.EIN, but for many years now he has been writing texts in the author's fusion genre on the border of essays and poetic sketches-miniatures.

Together they form a disorganized surfing of the world order, a guide to man, a map of the abyss over which we occasionally stretch out our hands to each other.

The reading turned out to be rich, each sentence has weight. The book can be reread like a collection of poems, opening at random, or you can forget it on the train so that others do it.