читать дальшеBefore I forget: I had a project once - used to call it "Dark stars", because it was the only name I saw fit. Sort of an apokalypse story, but the world ended not with a bang but with a quiet exhale - "we used too many empty words, and in time they hollowed out completely. There was nothing holding the world together, it all just felt apart, without a sound. Lost its meaning". It was a story about drifting in the darkness, not knowing yourself, separated from the idea of personality much less the past, with shards of the shattered world slowly losing what glimmer they had. About cracking open the stars that were going out all around to find letters, attempting to put together words that meant anything, anything at all. About meeting few others who were left, about conversation as a fight to determine meaning. About encounters being determined not by distance but by time, inevetable events. And about being the last to go out. It was... discovered or inspired, I never know the difference, by two songs: first is by Meg Myers, "The morning after" youtu.be/wqYEmk_UjdY. Second was "Сломано всё" by Сплин naitimp3.net/mp3/2664850-splin-slomano_vse_akus.... Both, I felt, were filled with a strange feeling of powerless despair that felt very familiar. In acoustic version, at the very least. Soundtrack for the "Only lovers left alive" was the third missing piece, especially "The taste of blood" and "This is your wilderness" www.youtube.com/watch?v=IBDJQF3EXpUwww.youtube.com/watch?v=jT9kegPf1-o. And it is not "Dark stars", it is "Last stories told at the end of the world". It is an attempt to piece together stories from words, losing their meaning. It is storytelling as the last act of existence between two strangers. It is two figures draped in loose dark cloth wearing wooden faces encountering each other, sitting down at the table and telling a story together, until only one remains, and one wooden mask falls on the floor no longer supported by anything.