Svyatoslav Albireo's Blog: From Firokami, page 4
May 25, 2024
486
The creative challenge of the day for the game #I_am_here_eternity. You have the freedom to join the game (and quit it) whenever you want. Follow your curiosity and do the tasks that spark your interest. And those that you don't like - ignore them. The reward of the game (with consistent and diligent effort (and practice) of tasks) - a richer and happier life.
486. By what criterion do you know that a “Never Give Up” situation has turned into a “The Horse is Dead, Get Off It”?
#I_am_here_eternity
486. By what criterion do you know that a “Never Give Up” situation has turned into a “The Horse is Dead, Get Off It”?
#I_am_here_eternity
May 20, 2024
Mosaic of the evening
#Hi_from_reality
Art&concept by Ol Albireo
Feel free to write your stories and give names to the artworks. Also, you're not limited to just writing stories; you can draw your own art, compose music, make toys, saw with a jigsaw, scratch with a nail, and translate into other languages for practice (and never simplify the text when translating!). And show us what you've created :)
The killer slumped comfortably into a chair, his relaxed pose deliberately showy. His hands, secured in electric handcuffs, rested along his body as if to shield his vital organs. Should he decide to strike the prisoner, he would simply fall back in one fluid motion. The chair wouldn't tip over, but the killer would undoubtedly slip and tumble into a somersault.
He waited for an attack.
Shan scrutinized the killer. Sunny and self-assured, he didn't fit the image of a murderer. His eyes were not the least bit malevolent; they were kind, mirthful, the color of turquoise skies or seas. Everything about him was elegant and radiant, even his smile. Indeed, his lips were poised as if he were on the verge of smiling.
"Why did you kill Arisia Kong?" Shan pressed.
The killer merely shrugged.
"The same as the others."
"And the others? Why them?"
Shan hadn't intended to ask; it seemed obvious. Yet the question slipped out. The killer looked surprised, then flashed a smile. Shan couldn't help but admire him. It was clear why the victims had been drawn to him. People with that wide, genuine, luminous smile didn't seem capable of evil. But he was capable.
"It was for the money," the man reminded him. "I'm a mercenary. Nothing personal."
"But you chose your contracts."
"I took the easier ones," the killer shrugged again.
"Arisia Kong was an easy target, right?" Shan probed, as he considered it.
"Much easier. A worthless parasite," the killer dismissed.
"Who hired you?" Shan asked, glancing at the wall where Arisia's inconsolable parents had wept, not now, but months before.
The killer smiled once more.
"I don't know my clients."
"That's not true," Shang countered softly. "You need insurance for cases like this."
The killer shook his head briefly. He was confident. He was sure of the love of indifferent Firokami. And he unafraid of prison, though the Firokami prison had the reason to fear it. He likely had several escape plans. Surely, some fool would mistake this graceful, handsome man for a mere slave and take him in. And he would escape.
Shan sighed and shook his head.
"You won't escape."
"You don't have time for me" - and others won't handle me - the killer didn't say the last, but Shan heard him.
"But I have someone who does."
The killer looked at Shan with a mix of emotion and pity.
Shan grinned, feigning a smile. The killer seemed genuinely impressed.
Shan walked to the door, opened it, and called into the corridor:
"Come in."
It was as if the newcomer hadn't entered the room, but appeared—a thin man with black hair, dazzlingly bright, with a dead, black gaze.
"Hello," he said, his voice crackling, with a predatory smoothness, spiderly, he sat down across from the killer on the table.
The man let his smile fade, shook his head, and turned to face the newcomer.
"Hi, it's you, who helped me?"
"I am."
"Why did you turn on me?"
"I didn't betray you; he promised you to me," Roddon nodded at Shan. "It coincided with my own plans."
"I see," the killer regarded the newcomer as an old friend.
"I told you, you won't escape. You'll stay with us," Shan declared, standing by the window, gazing at the diamond Firokami where the City was matching the mosaic of the evening.
Khan nodded in agreement. Roddon deactivated the handcuffs and smiled a wickedly dazzling smile. The evening was indeed matching up nicely.
Extra puzzles. Smiling killer, AlbireoMKG
https://us-a.tapas.io/a/e1/be6c146c-4...
Art&concept by Ol Albireo
Feel free to write your stories and give names to the artworks. Also, you're not limited to just writing stories; you can draw your own art, compose music, make toys, saw with a jigsaw, scratch with a nail, and translate into other languages for practice (and never simplify the text when translating!). And show us what you've created :)
The killer slumped comfortably into a chair, his relaxed pose deliberately showy. His hands, secured in electric handcuffs, rested along his body as if to shield his vital organs. Should he decide to strike the prisoner, he would simply fall back in one fluid motion. The chair wouldn't tip over, but the killer would undoubtedly slip and tumble into a somersault.
He waited for an attack.
Shan scrutinized the killer. Sunny and self-assured, he didn't fit the image of a murderer. His eyes were not the least bit malevolent; they were kind, mirthful, the color of turquoise skies or seas. Everything about him was elegant and radiant, even his smile. Indeed, his lips were poised as if he were on the verge of smiling.
"Why did you kill Arisia Kong?" Shan pressed.
The killer merely shrugged.
"The same as the others."
"And the others? Why them?"
Shan hadn't intended to ask; it seemed obvious. Yet the question slipped out. The killer looked surprised, then flashed a smile. Shan couldn't help but admire him. It was clear why the victims had been drawn to him. People with that wide, genuine, luminous smile didn't seem capable of evil. But he was capable.
"It was for the money," the man reminded him. "I'm a mercenary. Nothing personal."
"But you chose your contracts."
"I took the easier ones," the killer shrugged again.
"Arisia Kong was an easy target, right?" Shan probed, as he considered it.
"Much easier. A worthless parasite," the killer dismissed.
"Who hired you?" Shan asked, glancing at the wall where Arisia's inconsolable parents had wept, not now, but months before.
The killer smiled once more.
"I don't know my clients."
"That's not true," Shang countered softly. "You need insurance for cases like this."
The killer shook his head briefly. He was confident. He was sure of the love of indifferent Firokami. And he unafraid of prison, though the Firokami prison had the reason to fear it. He likely had several escape plans. Surely, some fool would mistake this graceful, handsome man for a mere slave and take him in. And he would escape.
Shan sighed and shook his head.
"You won't escape."
"You don't have time for me" - and others won't handle me - the killer didn't say the last, but Shan heard him.
"But I have someone who does."
The killer looked at Shan with a mix of emotion and pity.
Shan grinned, feigning a smile. The killer seemed genuinely impressed.
Shan walked to the door, opened it, and called into the corridor:
"Come in."
It was as if the newcomer hadn't entered the room, but appeared—a thin man with black hair, dazzlingly bright, with a dead, black gaze.
"Hello," he said, his voice crackling, with a predatory smoothness, spiderly, he sat down across from the killer on the table.
The man let his smile fade, shook his head, and turned to face the newcomer.
"Hi, it's you, who helped me?"
"I am."
"Why did you turn on me?"
"I didn't betray you; he promised you to me," Roddon nodded at Shan. "It coincided with my own plans."
"I see," the killer regarded the newcomer as an old friend.
"I told you, you won't escape. You'll stay with us," Shan declared, standing by the window, gazing at the diamond Firokami where the City was matching the mosaic of the evening.
Khan nodded in agreement. Roddon deactivated the handcuffs and smiled a wickedly dazzling smile. The evening was indeed matching up nicely.
Extra puzzles. Smiling killer, AlbireoMKG
https://us-a.tapas.io/a/e1/be6c146c-4...
May 17, 2024
485
The creative challenge of the day for the game #I_am_here_eternity. You have the freedom to join the game (and quit it) whenever you want. Follow your curiosity and do the tasks that spark your interest. And those that you don't like - ignore them. The reward of the game (with consistent and diligent effort (and practice) of tasks) - a richer and happier life.
485.What legacy or mark do you want to leave after you? And if none at all, then why?
#I_am_here_eternity
485.What legacy or mark do you want to leave after you? And if none at all, then why?
#I_am_here_eternity
May 13, 2024
Tree Artists
#Hi_from_reality
Art&concept by Ol Albireo
Feel free to write your stories and give names to the artworks. Also, you're not limited to just writing stories; you can draw your own art, compose music, make toys, saw with a jigsaw, scratch with a nail, and translate into other languages for practice (and never simplify the text when translating!). And show us what you've created :)
Tree Artists
"Look there, that branch resembles a deer," Yultan exclaimed with a spark of enthusiasm, gesturing towards the tree. "It's as if it were alive, and over there — does that not look like a bat?"
His laughter echoed in the air.
"It seemed as though they were mid-party when they turned to stone," he mused.
Kiro's eyes followed the branches.
"It wasn't a party; it was a battle. These trees draw history's battles."
https://us-a.tapas.io/a/6e/fff4b321-2...
Art&concept by Ol Albireo
Feel free to write your stories and give names to the artworks. Also, you're not limited to just writing stories; you can draw your own art, compose music, make toys, saw with a jigsaw, scratch with a nail, and translate into other languages for practice (and never simplify the text when translating!). And show us what you've created :)
Tree Artists
"Look there, that branch resembles a deer," Yultan exclaimed with a spark of enthusiasm, gesturing towards the tree. "It's as if it were alive, and over there — does that not look like a bat?"
His laughter echoed in the air.
"It seemed as though they were mid-party when they turned to stone," he mused.
Kiro's eyes followed the branches.
"It wasn't a party; it was a battle. These trees draw history's battles."
https://us-a.tapas.io/a/6e/fff4b321-2...
May 11, 2024
484
The creative challenge of the day for the game #I_am_here_eternity. You have the freedom to join the game (and quit it) whenever you want. Follow your curiosity and do the tasks that spark your interest. And those that you don't like - ignore them. The reward of the game (with consistent and diligent effort (and practice) of tasks) - a richer and happier life.
484.Choose five acquaintances (maybe stars that are dear or sacred to you), if they were songs, what would they be? Btw, what kind of song would you be?
#I_am_here_eternity
484.Choose five acquaintances (maybe stars that are dear or sacred to you), if they were songs, what would they be? Btw, what kind of song would you be?
#I_am_here_eternity
May 8, 2024
#Сheerful_People and Banned Books
We hit up the CHITATELnitsa (READERess) book club today. The theme was "Banned Books."
It was a great meeting, fantastic discussion. A club member led it, and the audience engagement was total. Just a beautiful gathering.
We talked about the horrors of book disposal in Prohibitionstan. Shared the hyped story of Pasolini. Mentioned America with its disgusting book bans.
Naturally, I ranted all the way that censorship and book bans are the worst things that can happen to a society.
It's beautiful that there are no banned books in Bulgaria right now.
Of course, those terrible people are everywhere, and there was this young woman shocked by Nabokov's Lolita (in the 21st century, there are people shocked by Lolita, although that people whom should be shocked by, darn it), and she said she would ban it.
Lord, people, just don't read what triggers you. Read whatever crap you consider a moral compass, but leave others alone. Let others read what they want.
I wouldn't ban anything, yes, there's a lot I don't like and often after reading something, I grumble at home - damn, this crap should be banned. But that's just grumbling. I wouldn't sign off on banning any narrative. Because a narrative reflects a problem, a phenomenon, a way of operating. It can't be silenced. The most disgusting thing that can happen to a problem is to silence it. Because it doesn't disappear from being silenced.
I said, the state should support what it deems necessary, promote its own. But can't ban the rest.
It's like with literary portals. One opened here, thinking it would be a moral compass, not taking low-quality romances (the selection of "high-quality" on the portal, by the way, raised some questions, to be honest). That's vile. It was a vile policy right off the bat.
You have to allow everything. You don't need to flood the entire portal with this muck like some other portals do (well, unless your goal is just money), but not allow it is just as bad.
There must be full choice, full access.
Yes, there's dangerous narrative, but you need to explain dangerous information, write footnotes, links, prefaces, postscripts, articles, but not ban. Bans are always more dangerous.
After the meeting, people came up to me to talk, discuss, agree, shake hands. It was terribly nice.
It was a great meeting, fantastic discussion. A club member led it, and the audience engagement was total. Just a beautiful gathering.
We talked about the horrors of book disposal in Prohibitionstan. Shared the hyped story of Pasolini. Mentioned America with its disgusting book bans.
Naturally, I ranted all the way that censorship and book bans are the worst things that can happen to a society.
It's beautiful that there are no banned books in Bulgaria right now.
Of course, those terrible people are everywhere, and there was this young woman shocked by Nabokov's Lolita (in the 21st century, there are people shocked by Lolita, although that people whom should be shocked by, darn it), and she said she would ban it.
Lord, people, just don't read what triggers you. Read whatever crap you consider a moral compass, but leave others alone. Let others read what they want.
I wouldn't ban anything, yes, there's a lot I don't like and often after reading something, I grumble at home - damn, this crap should be banned. But that's just grumbling. I wouldn't sign off on banning any narrative. Because a narrative reflects a problem, a phenomenon, a way of operating. It can't be silenced. The most disgusting thing that can happen to a problem is to silence it. Because it doesn't disappear from being silenced.
I said, the state should support what it deems necessary, promote its own. But can't ban the rest.
It's like with literary portals. One opened here, thinking it would be a moral compass, not taking low-quality romances (the selection of "high-quality" on the portal, by the way, raised some questions, to be honest). That's vile. It was a vile policy right off the bat.
You have to allow everything. You don't need to flood the entire portal with this muck like some other portals do (well, unless your goal is just money), but not allow it is just as bad.
There must be full choice, full access.
Yes, there's dangerous narrative, but you need to explain dangerous information, write footnotes, links, prefaces, postscripts, articles, but not ban. Bans are always more dangerous.
After the meeting, people came up to me to talk, discuss, agree, shake hands. It was terribly nice.
Welcome to the forest
#Hi_from_reality
Art&concept by Ol Albireo
Feel free to write your stories and give names to the artworks. Also, you're not limited to just writing stories; you can draw your own art, compose music, make toys, saw with a jigsaw, scratch with a nail, and translate into other languages for practice (and never simplify the text when translating!). And show us what you've created :)
Welcome to the forest
https://us-a.tapas.io/a/b2/239c5b35-b...
Art&concept by Ol Albireo
Feel free to write your stories and give names to the artworks. Also, you're not limited to just writing stories; you can draw your own art, compose music, make toys, saw with a jigsaw, scratch with a nail, and translate into other languages for practice (and never simplify the text when translating!). And show us what you've created :)
Welcome to the forest
https://us-a.tapas.io/a/b2/239c5b35-b...
May 4, 2024
483
The creative challenge of the day for the game #I_am_here_eternity. You have the freedom to join the game (and quit it) whenever you want. Follow your curiosity and do the tasks that spark your interest. And those that you don't like - ignore them. The reward of the game (with consistent and diligent effort (and practice) of tasks) - a richer and happier life.
483. Do the Inner smile. Good, if you do it whole week. Technics is here: https://albireomkgblogeng.wordpress.c...
#I_am_here_eternity
483. Do the Inner smile. Good, if you do it whole week. Technics is here: https://albireomkgblogeng.wordpress.c...
#I_am_here_eternity
April 30, 2024
My speech for TEDxVarna Open Mic
Thema: Society is only as good as it is good his narrative.
You can read it here:
https://albireomkgblogeng.wordpress.c...
You can read it here:
https://albireomkgblogeng.wordpress.c...
April 29, 2024
wow!
Wow! The #hi_from_reality game is now fully on the website. You can wander through the sections, read, and create.
Don't think it's just pictures with texts (or without); it's a powerful creative tool. You can practice developing your imagination, practice the foreign language you're learning (describe a picture, write a text based on a picture, translate text), identify problems, use the art as associative cards, do some fortune-telling, find fellow players - and what's more important than finding your people in this world?
The magical world awaits you here: https://albireo-mkg.com/hi_from_reali...
Don't think it's just pictures with texts (or without); it's a powerful creative tool. You can practice developing your imagination, practice the foreign language you're learning (describe a picture, write a text based on a picture, translate text), identify problems, use the art as associative cards, do some fortune-telling, find fellow players - and what's more important than finding your people in this world?
The magical world awaits you here: https://albireo-mkg.com/hi_from_reali...
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