I walked around Minsk in the evening and took some pictures with a camera with a CCD sensor. Minimum 400 ISO. Black and white from 1600 to 3200.

I love listening to music and I am convinced that a good cover hides good content. Not always, but usually so, because the external reflects the internal. If the cover was made with taste and soul, it hides the “tasty” and lively content of the album. In the ocean of information, one cover seems to shout at you “Hello! I’m here! Let’s get acquainted!”, the other quietly and modestly stands aside, waiting for attention.

With this note I open the sections “Cover of the week ” and “Track of the week ”. I will introduce readers to what I like. Not regularly, but now there is a place where I can share something interesting, and you know where to get acquainted with it.

I’ll start with Evvo - Physical L​.​U​.​Vl^{1 2} from the EP of the same name (2016)

I first found this album in 2016. Since then, it has accompanied me in various Spotify playlists and on my first (and last) hi-fi player. Then I left Spotify for another music service. There I collected a discography from scratch, but forgot about this EP. I remembered only in 2024.

I listened to it again. What can I say now? Good! The main track for me, as before, is Physical L​.​U​.​V. Of course, it does not evoke the same emotions, but it leaves a good impression.

But I still think the cover is awesome in 2016 and in 2024 - the colors, the style, the image of intercourse and love. Excellent!

Listen on Apple Music:

The bad weather retreats, taking with it scraps of my thoughts and sorrows. The setting sun illuminates all the depth and beauty of the clouds, which just a minute ago seemed like an impenetrable gray ceiling.

Tomorrow it will rain again.

There used to be so many cool, beautiful phones, but today there are only identical “black mirrors”.

I’m more about innovative design. I’m trying to understand what attracts me to those small phones with buttons and joysticks, whether they are needed today or are they a step back for the sake of nostalgia, and not real convenience. Or maybe a new form is needed, but what kind?

All these beauties have moved to a virtual environment, and the smartphone has become a thin client that is required to interfere as little as possible. Perhaps this is good.

I have already written about “breadcrumbs” on the way , which help us remember who we are and why we ended up here. But I liked another description of captured moments - sparks. Feelings are like sparks. Sparks from the past that “ignite” you today.

If “breadcrumbs” sounds a bit boring and has little connection with the emotionality of the moment, then the word “spark” lights up. In my opinion, the comparison of emotional moments with sparks is very apt.

Here’s what Winnie Lim writes :

I would not be re-reading these posts if not for dayone or timehop, and re-reading them lights up something in me, especially if I am in a period of existential slump, which occurs more often than I would like. Sometimes I forget I can be capable of writing in more dimensions than my usual stream of consciousness. I could reduce the time I spend in existential slumps if I could access these little sparks of my old selves in a more timely and accessible manner.

In another note I compared to flame:

Of course, I don’t think that the reader will immediately shed tears after reading my quote from an article from a year ago. No! First of all, I want to shed tears or laugh myself. This old note becomes part of a new product (note, article, book, podcast, film) and brings a piece of that energy here. This can be compared to a torch that I brought to light a new fire.

Sometimes, looking at myself yesterday, I want to urgently change something in myself today. I read a note from two years ago and the first thought is “What kind of stupidity am I saying?” The second thought is “Why am I saying it this way and not that way?”.

But why does this happen?

We perceive ourselves as unchanged, although we are changing right this second. Change is a continuous process. Everything around us changes. We change too. I am today - not me yesterday¹. Looking at myself yesterday and “clutching my head”, you need to be glad that something has changed.

Every evening, around 5-6 PM, a bird sings in the yard. And it chirps so beautifully! “Chvik-chvik-chiviiik!” Usually, I hear birds early in the morning, but this one is some sort of evening bird.

I wanted to record it, but by the time I got the recorder out, it had stopped. And now, once again, it’s the sounds of cars, children playing, the evening city with its own concerns. Tomorrow, at the same time.