Art space Nose

The post I wrote for the community, following the events detailed within. Translated into English by a neural network.

I can't stop... Today, some smart guy told me that he would have renovated our hall in two days, he says, he would hire workers, I'm sure he doesn't even consider them people. At the same time, I suggested that he take on the empty, destroyed hall next door, but he didn't like my idea. I bring to your attention, we removed about 30 bags of bottles and syringes from the roof, we took out a couple of trucks of rot and garbage from the hall, nice old men from some service confiscated a hundred broken mercury lamps from us. And all this was happening against the background of repairs in the cubbyholes that we actually rented, not for a small business, but for housing. 20 shitty rooms in shit. With broken windows, in winter. Without a toilet, shower and kitchen, all this was bought and installed by us.

Did people drink? - yes. And they also danced in the middle of mountains of garbage. And you know what, go fuck yourself with your advice if you are not able to accept other people as they are. It probably never occurred to you that I am sick of perfect renovation, from shops and cultural spaces stuffed with posers. What are you doing here, what is the idea? The wind has no ideas, we exist, like rotten rice grains, like the fuss of grasshoppers, like the singing of a naked neighbor, like flowers flying away from the fields. Ideology stinks. There is only communication, and we are learning to communicate. Art?

In fact, the Nose never left the face of Major Kovalev, but what efforts it took to find it. You wake up and lose the ability to notice small things, because the nose is so small compared to the whole head, you run around the city doing stupid things. I do not believe in cultural spaces, communes, money.