Yes, i guess you know how is it to be empty for an artist. But luckily everything is temporary and emptiness then turns into fullness) It's like chaos and order. They change each other. I say sometimes that i'm the breathing of order and chaos.
"Between geniality and mediocrity
Between death and life
Like between parallel lines
I'm a floating rhyme."
Interesting thoughts, and a cool few lines you've got there. Can you explain it a bit more--what you mean?
Original lines a bit differs but untranslatable in terms of rhyme from russian to english. I've changed it a bit to make it sound better. Somehow a "rhyme" came to me as a methapor to a "wave". It was absolutely intuitive process)))
I mean that sometimes i can do something genius, but sometimes i can do nothing interesting.
Gotcha. Cool :) Hilarious graph!
Surely i can change the form of that wave but i can't lay golden eggs all the time)))