The album begins with the words "I had to go through something in 1855 days." That number is the exact number of days that have passed since the previous album, Damn. Release date: Friday the 13th, isn't that cool?

In the album itself Kendrick expressed all his personal feelings, problems, and also put it into the beat so juicy, I listen to this album now every run I make on the record, and God, how cool it is.

On the last song, "Mirror," Kendrick reads that he can't save the world because he's trying to fix his own. He asks not to look to him for a savior and ends the album with "I'm sorry, I choose me."

How the ideology of this album subtly intersects with Brodsky's philosophy is magnificent. I recommend everyone to listen to this album.

In freelancing I have clearly divided my schedule of the day, and god, everything I want, I have time for, that is, my activity, as well as my development as a person has grown by one hundred percent.

Plus, my mood has grown many times over, I'm not as nervous or anxious, I don't end my day thinking, damn, I have to wake up for work tomorrow, I mean, I didn't want the day to start at all, I mean ding the day was a drag on me. Not to say that this is the solution to all problems, but as a person I have become a better person (I repeat), and my work is related to a field that interests me, accordingly, I am evolving in it.

Here is such a brief excursus, or rather a note to myself.

P.S. It is so interesting to keep my diary, I hope that in time I will read it with a smile on my face and nostalgia.

P.P.S. I've been waiting my turn for a month, I wonder how long I'll wait to get it.

So, I spent almost all my life on studying in college, university, but at a certain point I was disappointed in my chosen profession, especially since my early childhood I wanted to be creative, but almost all my attempts were received with hostility, and as an argument I was told - without a paper, you are a cricket. That is, from childhood I was told that without education, no one needs me, and will not be able to support themselves (not everyone understands that your level of knowledge papers are not responsible for your level of unfortunately). Neither in the fashion world, nor in Digital, NFT, I did not have any acquaintances, I started from scratch, making acquaintances, I think here played a large part of luck, because almost immediately came across kind and sympathetic people who help in my journey so far. At first I met Alexander Kurmanin, who is still my teacher in Digital Fashion, one of the kindest people I have ever met, it was him who sent me to explore the new world in Digitalax, where I met a lot of good people who helped me even in the dumbest questions, but nevertheless the knowledge in these questions gave me the determination to give up university, then there was a long period, of course with moral degradation, I honestly tried, worked as much as I could (although I could more, I tell it like it is), during my formation, I began to communicate with the Digitalax team, in particular with Emma, in fact, who took me to work, and helped me finally find an answer to the question with my studies (Yes, I talk a lot about studies, but you have not seen the number of my degrees, ahahaha, this is a very important topic for me, because of this topic I was morally at rock bottom). So I passed from the hands of mentorship Alexander, in the hands of mentorship Emma (Two of the kindest people I met, in fact, I'm a big lucky guy). At some point, I refused to work in my profession, but I finally ran out of money, so I worked in construction for a while, but about that later, there is also something to share. So now I'm a free man, I earn my living as a creative artist, my creative journey began, after a long time I began to live as I want, thanks to the people who helped me in this. Why am I saying all this, guys, if I did it, then you will also be able to live the life you want, you just have to try and not give up, no matter how corny it sounds, but it is, you just have to understand it in your head. Live your life the way your heart tells you.

In this text, I would like to say a great deal to the people who helped in my formation ♡

Please turn off the lights, the lights are about to turn green and I'll stop. - I asked. - I want to look at them. I thought he heard me, because he stopped, and then he hit the gas even harder.

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• "DON'T STOP, SOLDIERS, WE HAVE TO TAKE HIM THE SOLAR SPLUTE" Jin shouted, then swiftly headed towards the demon with lightning speed as he approached it, holding his huge glowing swords in his hands. But the monster continued to stand still, as if it did not bother him in any way, although the clacking of its teeth could be heard within a couple of kilometers. Then it made a quick but completely silent movement with its head. Jin struck. I saw his sword fly in an arc, leaving a long red trail behind it, but it seemed infinitely long, the sword over the demon's forearm, and Jin himself curved unnaturally and flew away toward his men. He lay on the ground for a few seconds, then jerked his head up and stared at me.

• "Don't stand there like jerks, all of humanity depends on it, KILL HIM! " Jin shouted furiously, whereupon a swarm of soldiers rushed at the demon, but to him they were like soft toys, mere insects. With his huge hands made of a clot of black substance he scattered from side to side, the battle with the demon was like a salute of flesh and blood, we had no chance of defeating him, and the only wound Jin inflicted on him, and I stood, standing in place like a stalemate.

• "Really, really, did I chicken out..... BECAUSE I WANTED IT SO BADLY! I WANTED TO FIGHT FOR HUMANITY, MYOKA, I WILL FIGHT FOR MYOKA!!! YOU WILL NOT TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME! DAMNED CREATURE! " - clutching the sword in my hands until it bled, sobbing I said. The rage filled me from within, I rushed at the demon headlong, as soon as I swung the sword, I received a hefty kick to the jaw, and collapsed to the ground, and in a few centimeters from me flew a black blob released by the demon. Collapsing to the ground I saw Jin on a copter who saved me from certain death, he hovered over the demon like an eagle over his prey, a few seconds later I jumped up and went to fight the demon, Jin was not supposed to fight himself. In my mind the battle was supposed to be high speed, only battles like this, where two flaming red sword blades spun in an unthinkable dance amongst the blood. I had no idea how a demon was supposed to do battle. The demon kept changing its shape, from red to black, from black to gray, and finally back to red, and all the time I was attacking, there was no other way I could kill the demon. I tried everything-attacks of power and speed, deceptive feints, balancing blades. Normally I'd dodge one attack before I could attack another, but this time the demon attacked on its own. He unleashed a black flame on me, which I countered with another swing of my sword. It was like swimming in an icy ocean; the icy ocean came down on me from all sides, and it engulfed me, and instantly I was completely cold. In my eyes I could see the battlefield, my eyelids growing heavier and heavier, I could only see sparks in the battlefield, when suddenly Jin stuck his blade into it and a beam of light burst out of the demon. When I came to, it was already dark and I was in some kind of desert. There was a demon standing in front of me. He held his sword in his hand and stared at me intently. I couldn't see any grimace on his face, no matter how hard I tried. It seemed as if I was looking into his mind. He wanted to say something, but I suddenly realized that I knew what he wanted to ask. He was asking himself-why was he hitting me with his blade? I didn't know why he was hitting me. He touched my forehead with his index finger, and said:

• "You call us demons, but what are you? We're just a reflection of what's inside you. We don't hide in your shadow, no, we are it. We are simply reflections, of which you are one. No one is leading you through this darkness, because you yourselves move in it all the time. " - after these words the demon pushed me and as if falling into the abyss, I thought this flight would be endless, but I woke up from the words:

• "Wake up, I beg you, wake up, I love you, I can't be without you, WAKE UP! "Mioka screamed with her hands over her face, but even through them a stream of tears poured out, and there was Jin, looking at me with a nonchalant face, as if I had to give him some kind of answer.

• "All right, soldiers, today, we're going to have a sortie, the first one, for the recruits who have joined us for special training," Conor shouted, looking around the ranks.

• "This will be the main exam of your lives, the beginning of a new era. "And he slammed his fist hard on his left shoulder, making the brass plaques on his officer's harness jingle.

• "SOLDIERS, HITCH UP THE COPTERS! "Conor shouted, glancing around the formation in front of him.

The soldiers strapped safety ropes to the copters, then activated them and soared through the sky like racing bolides. Conor looked them over. In this mission we were commanded by Commander Jin, we were to go to an abandoned ship where experiments on Baguai people had once taken place, ending in the disappearance of humans. However, Conor decided there was another reason why we should have gone there.

We flew for a few hours, a little rain water doused our heads and refreshed and energized us. Jin kept turning back, and I could see behind him the glowing dots of the flares he had just launched. As soon as our bodies cleared the fog, a ship appeared before us. The flare meant that we had to board the ship. We approached the ship, and Jin grew darker and darker.

"All hands to the bow of the ship! " he commanded. We obeyed and, pulling up, boarded the ship in seconds.

More than 50 soldiers boarded the ship and drew their swords from their scabbards. Bodies, clothing, and other goodies were lying around, and there were camping tents where the high command must have dwelt. All this suggested that our previous copter flight had been one of the last, or very, very rare. We approached the nearest body and saw a man whose body was concealed by the canvas of the tent. There was a huge hole in one side of the canvas. We saw a hand clutching the hilt of a sword. Jin stepped closer and drew the sword, hilted in the body. There was a strange mixture of surprise and horror on the slain man's outstretched face. The sudden clang of metal made us look away from the noise, and what we saw there changed our lives forever.

There was an unpleasant smell coming from the young man, or rather that smell enveloped the whole room, it was gangrene, bandaging could not help much, it was only a way of antisepsis, he needed amputation, but to relieve the pain, Mioka made a bandage and administered an anesthetic intravenously. She examined the young man once more, he was young and handsome, his face was very calm, but Myoka knew that very soon his face would be distorted by suffering and pain.

Mioka turned to Mistress Natalia, "Mistress, I have done all I can, he needs a serious operation."

Mistress did not answer; she looked silently at the young man. Mioka and Natasha understood each other without words, and, without hesitation, left the room.

"Myoka, we don't have the resources to help everyone here, some of us can only have compassion and take away the pain before they die," Natasha whispered. They crossed the hall, their footsteps becoming muffled and quieter. Mioka took a deep breath, as if to calm herself, but then she walked faster.

" Yes, I understand, Mistress..... It's just, there's just one person I care about who could have been in his place," Mioka said, pressing her fists to her chest and letting a little tear escape her lips.

Her mistress understood, but real tears welled up in her eyes. Natasha, her soul and her whole worldview had been wounded in the same way, and she was experiencing the same pain.

• "There are many different ways in this world," Mistress muttered.

• "There is the wind that drives the sands. There is the serpent that pulls the pearls. There are people who think they want to become strong and wise. There are, of course, people who think they want to become rich. There are those who think they want to be happy."

• and, so that Mistress would understand her feelings, she added, "There are also people who want to be kind and fair"-and Mioki's eyes widened somewhat.

Mistress nodded. She, unlike Mioka, knew a lot about life. Their gazes met and were filled with sympathy and understanding. Myoka, sniffing her nose once more, pulled herself together.

• "Madam, I want to join in support of the DRG, I want to be a medical officer on the front lines! " she said. Mistress thought for a long time. Then she looked up at Mioka. There was a puzzled expression on her face. She looked at Myoka for a while, and then she held out her hand to her. Mioka put hers in hers, and they exchanged long, cool fingers. The gesture was very affectionate, and Myoka furtively took a breath. Mistress ran her palm over her cheek. It was soft and gentle. Mioka took a deep breath. Her face suddenly flushed with embarrassment. She smiled as she looked into her eyes. Myoka felt completely light and free. Her heart beat fast and strong.

• " Where love leads you, child. That feeling gives joy, laughter, warmth, but so does destruction, death, and oppression. But each of us has our own way, is that really what you want? " she asked. Myoka nodded affirmatively.

Mistress sighed. Myoka suddenly saw that all the wrinkles on her face had become much deeper. She felt unbearably uneasy.

"So be it, Myoka. I'll make the transfer. Everything has a reason. But also, everything has a beginning and an end. said the Mistress. Myoka nodded her head again.

" SO, SOLDIERS, NOW YOU NEED TO CHOOSE YOUR NEXT DIRECTION! NOW, Gentleman Conor will come forward," said Instructor Kane.

Conor stepped into the middle of the parade ground and raised his hand up. Then he looked down the line of soldiers, all the officers in front of him, and then he fixed his eyes on me. His eyes lit up. It was as if he had read in my eyes some major thought. And, embarrassed for a moment, he slowly lowered his hand down.

• " Comrade soldiers, on your first mission, it is likely that 80 percent of you will lose your lives, 60 percent that it will be for nothing. You will never turn the tide unless you are willing to sacrifice everything. Those who want to join us, please step forward. " he added, pausing spectacularly. The soldiers were tensely silent, staring at the floor.

I took another step forward. My heart sank. What could I offer in exchange for my life? How badly do I want it? At first I couldn't even answer that question-how could a person "want anything? " And yet I realized, with horror, that I wanted it badly. Excruciatingly, monstrously, irresistibly. So much so that my mind was blurring, my heart was tearing, and invisible drops of sweat were dripping down. I just couldn't resist the urge. I looked behind me at the soldiers, to see if anyone else had taken a step forward, if anyone else had decided to sacrifice his life. There was fear in the soldiers' eyes, and their trembling eyes were fixed on the floor. Out of a hundred soldiers, no more than thirty took a step. Apparently they were the most desperate.

• "Thank you, for the hope born for this ship, your lives will be the foundation for a new world," Conor said solemnly. He spoke sincerely, even with a kind of undercurrent of relief, as if having overcome the mountain, he felt the space and liberation around him.

"Please, follow me soldiers! You will be given your uniforms and you will begin a new phase of training! " Conor replied and walked confidently down the aisle ahead. The soldiers followed him.

As we followed Conor, I moved my gaze from the floor to the side where I saw Mioka in her medical gear. Her attentive eyes found mine and she smiled encouragingly at me. Then she turned and walked to the infirmary Her silhouette was visible through the transparent door. I looked back to see the others. Everyone looked dejected, but there was determination in their eyes; they were ready for anything.

But my head was clouded with the thought that, was Mioka going to leave the ship, too? She was always there for me, for everything. Besides, I think she knows what she's doing. Maybe she needs her freedom, too.