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A tramp. © Igor Bissikalo

Oh, the wonderful life of freedom! No rules, no responsibilities, no care!

God, I love it! Day after day I wonder why people look at me with  pity or disgust. Why?

Really… I see all these masses of people and cars rushing one way in the morning and another way at night. Not many off them people look very happy to me. Stressed out, worried? Yes, there is plenty of that.

And here I am – on a side of the road. Laying about in a gutter, not a worry, mate. I have my smokes, my drink, and my freedom to do nothing. I am not worried about being late because I am not going anywhere. I am not worried about loosing my job and my house because I don’t have them.

This is my choice of life. I live like this because I want to. I love freedom. As simple as that. I just love having nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Except, of course, my trusted old bag.  Trusted old, scruffy bag full of money…

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Traffic Control


Traffic Control. © Igor Bissikalo.

Sam Shem’chlaki didn’t really like his job. Not really. More like not at all, even. If you think about it, you could pretty much say he hated it. Big time.

Being rooted on a side of the road, looking at all this traffic moving past… Happy people, not very much so, all going somewhere, smiling, frowning, talking, arguing… Moving. Bastards! Arghhh!

Sam was a traffic policeman, stuck to one place for the duration of his contract – placed on top of a tree trunk, rooted into one place day and night, summer or winter. A pair of binoculars and a whistle… A smart phone… Not an iPhone or anything but still.

Actually, it was quite OK at the beginning – first five years or so. After ten, he have had enough. Getting close to fifteen he started to feel he’s getting a bit mad. All this traffic… Day and night… Moving. Moving. Moving!

Good thing, Sam didn’t have a gun.

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The Sad Monster

Sad monster © Igor Bissikalo

It’s dark in here… and so quiet… I am not quite sure where I am but it doesn’t feel good. Not that I am afraid of the dark, har-har-har! Har-har-har. Har…

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeh, why I am here? What have I done? OK, you could point that I am a monster, but so what? Am I scary? Am I ugly? Do I smell? Not really!

Still, this darkness is making me nervous… Not good. Not good at all. What was that? Did you hear it? You think, there are people here, in the  dark? I think so too!

Damn, this is not good at all… I want to get out of here!!!!!

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The Relic

The Relic © Igor Bissikalo

At first, we couldn’t see what it was. I mean, with all this damn fog you couldn’t see much at all…

But, as we got closer, what was just a dark blurry form started to take shape. Still, it took us forever to get close enough to appreciate the thing for real.

God, was it old! There was some extensive natural damage, whole parts of the structure missing here and there. One side looked like chewed on by some huge mechanical beast, tooth marks still clearly visible after all these years.

There could be no mistake  – it was what we have looked for all along. It was The Relic.

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Me and my babe

Babe  © Igor Bissikalo

Babe © Igor Bissikalo

It’s just not fair!

I always bring her flowers yet she never notice me. Why is that, I don’t know. I mean – there is nothing wrong with me, not really… don’t you agree?

So, the whole situation is a mystery for me and, I fear, I cannot go on like this for much longer.

Should I move on?

I do not know yet, but this relationship is not progressing the way I hoped it would. What am I to do?

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We all go in circles

Category : Arty-facts

Fantasy fog

Fantasy fog

When darkness falls, we hardly ever notice – we just carry on going in circles. That’s all we do, nothing else…

There is nothing else we can possibly do, you see. Everything is always covered by fog, so we never know where we are, where we are going or if we have been here before.

It’s all because of this damn fog…

They say there are places with clear sky and they say that the sky is actually blue and there is no fog or anything like that but… we have never been able to find any of these places. It is not like we are not looking, we just seem to keep going in circles!

Damn this fog!!!


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