About me:

I love that girl.

Seriously? I don't know anymore. My name is Artyom and I arrived in Glasgow from Israel, where I lived six long years. There I moved when I was eight years old from Russia, a land of legend and mystery even in our civilised times. Not a lot of people actually have a clear idea of what life in Russia is like. Some guy on IRC said to me once, "I imagine Russia as a huge ice-waste with a bunch of skinheads drinking Stolichnaya and a statue of some socialist leader towering over them". I laughed at this statement. In any case, now I live in Glasgow, the place of neds, Bukfast and knives. It's not heaven but I learned to adapt and soon to like the place. Friends are everything and I had to learn it the hard way.

Last year passed swiftly and stealthily. I didn't even notice. I only vaguely remeber it and it frightens me. My indifference when I was sitting my Highers also frightened me, but many weeks later when the realisation crept up on me from a dark corner. Where did a year disappear? What did I do during it? Vaguely I remember blurred faces, half forgotten places and perplexing reality. I feel the fresh breeze, the smell of ancient, Glasgow streets, I taste the food, I see faces of my dear friends and family, I hear the metal blasting through my earphones. However as far as the universe is concerned I can be a brain in a jar filled with pseudo memories and simulations.

I kinnda like this life, or illusion - whatever appeals to you most. It gave me experience, it treats me to nice things and it makes me meet great people. Granted, sometimes it can kick you in the balls but the storm usually clears pretty quick. I used to be an optimistic idealist, turned into a pessimistic, sarcastic and cynic bastard and now I'm back on my way to the top. It feels good.

After all, if reality is an illusion why not make it good?

Be excellent to eachother!