The Soul of Man under Socialism by Oscar Wilde

I’m very lucky that there’s an author, an artist I agree with and can relate to 99% of everything he writes. I love how precise he is, how he can express everything so clear and focused.

And it’s even more amazing how relevant his essay “The Soul of Man under Socialism” is nowadays. Automation, AI, UBI, a lot of things that we are talking about now make this essay extremely important.

It gives us a vision of what to strive for and what a man should be like in the future and now.

There are no direct answers how to solve political problems and achieve socialism. It’s quite idealistic and probably close to Libertarian Socialist utopia. But this is not the purpose of this essay, it talks about “the soul of man” and that is what we should care about when we plan and build our future.

Please read it! (Yep, it’s a link)

And here’s some of my favorite quotes:

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3 verses


We are adults.
Responsible for everything that happens to us.
Guilty for all our decisions.
Strong enough to care.

We are children.
Open and amazed by the world.
Creative, careless, playful and cruel.
Egoistical and needy.

We are observers.
It doesn’t really matter what we feel or think.
Small specks of consciousness inside monkey brains.
Everything is determined and decided by something bigger than us.

We are gods.

Instagram feed

I see your photos and nothing.
Why do I even keep you in my feed?
I see your photos and you are my friend I’ve never met.
I see your photos and want to see the world like you do.
I see your photos and the way your body moves and stops, I want to have you.
I see your photos and see you’re lost and I can’t help it.
I see your photos and your humor is pure love.
I see your photos like empty postcards.
I see your photos and I respect you as a friend I don’t want to have.

And I see your photos.
And they fill me with guilt and regret.
I’m ashamed that I wasn’t good enough to make you fall in love. That you don’t understand me enough to laugh at me. That I miss you so much and so selfish.
I am not entitled to love you.


To be dominant. To be assertive. To be pushy.
Or whatever good or bad you want to call it.

You need to take chances. All the chances.
Be afraid to lose an opportunity and not take your chance.

Being a control freak also helps.
It means that you can see clearly how everyone around you can fuck up great opportunities.

Because you know better and you’ve fucked up so many of them.

And sometimes, just maybe, by trying too hard.

When I was younger. I thought that happiness is kinda vain, dull, not interesting at all.

Now I feel like happiness is about not taking yourself too seriously and accepting all the mess that’s happening inside.

Happiness is happening.

Social Media keeps people on my mind.

Every time I see your picture on Instagram I remember and think about you.

Love is acceptance and attention.

Relationship Anarchy, my summary

I want to summarize my thoughts about relationship anarchy.

You can read this article first for a good overview: Relationship Anarchy basics

0. It’s not exactly about polyamory or sex. As you can notice that famous article is written by a celibate aromantic asexual.

1. I never felt jealousy in my life. And believed that love should be pure as wishing someone to be happy. Like you love your child or a cat.

2. We have a lot of norms and stereotypes in the society of how you should live. And they can work for you. But also for a lot of people they don’t work and only make them unhappy.

3. The main point of Relationship Anarchy is to tell you that anything is okay as long as it is consensual. You can be in any kind of relationship you like as long as it works for you.

4. It’s very difficult for me to build hierarchies of who is my true friend and who is just an acquaintance. Who is a one night stand and who is a romantic partner for life. Every person is different for me and anything can happen.

So. It’s a theory for everyone as confused as I am. And at the same time for those who start to realize what they really want and need.

I feel like that being a little bit confused about life makes you just a little wiser.

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December in Florence

(Joseph Brodsky, 1976. translated by author)

“He has not returned to his old Florence,
even after having died . . . ”
Anna Akhmatova


The doors take in air, exhale steam; you, however, won’t
be back to the shallowed Arno where, like a new kind
of quadruped, idle couples follow the river bend.
Doors bang, beasts hit the slabs. Indeed,
the atmosphere of this city retains a bit
of the dark forest. It
is a beautiful city where at certain age
one simply raises the collar to disengage
from passing humans and dulls the gaze.

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Recent experiment at CERN has proved that we don’t exist.

You can exhale now.

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