Stories to tell

A Smile

What do I remember? I remember a smile.I think it was March. It was still really cold outside, about minus twenty-five. But days were getting longer. The sun was shining. The sky was blue.There wer...

Krasin in the Ice

“We can’t choose where we come from, but we can choose where we go from there.”Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower I took my first breath on the second floor of the hospital on the mai...

How did I become an artist

So, how did I become an artist? I got a call. A phone call.Imagine a modern data center. It’s basically a warehouse with rows and rows of data cabinets stuffed with servers and network switches. Th...