[ When Davit Gabunia is giving a workshop this is something in between psychotherapy and crazy flow on though. Thank you for this! ]

Here is your silhouette. He is not taller than one meter seventy, a little wider, because it is a shame to smear your favorite embroidery with a felt-tip pen. Take it, this silhouette. Take it and fill it with all your senses.

Here is the year of your birth. You remembered it by the warmth of mother’s milk, and for your country, it was the time of miners’ strikes in Donbas and the year of the adoption of the constitution. Moreover, aren’t you ashamed that you felt calm and protected while someone was freezing to death in the squares? What about your favorite toy, the blue soft bunny and your favorite dog Snizhok. Was it possible to be happy playing with them, when they were pulling “sewers” outside and reselling jeans during the difficult 90s? Do you even imagine that in the year of your brother’s birth there was a terrorist attack in the USA and two skyscrapers were destroyed? In addition, the plane crash into a crowd of people in Sknylov? How dare you to put such a happy moment as the birth of your brother inside your silhouette? The whole world hurts!

While you were stringing memories of dance clubs and first love on a memory necklace, war broke out in Georgia. While you were studying your biology, the whole planet was preparing for the end of the world (just don’t lie to anyone that on December 21 of that year you didn’t excuse yourself from school, because it was scary to meet the end in the circle of unreliable classmates)…

Well, at least you didn’t forget to put the Maidan (in your still pro-russian and corrupt country) in your heart. Yes, and the war, which will  be called later “ATO”, also forced you to sit down to study military medicine… Listen, sunshine, how did you try to succeed at a time when Notre Dame de Paris was burning and the terrorist attacks on Sri-Lanka? Was it enough to redeem yourself with Facebook posts?

Only this year, a year of contrasts, glory, heroism, frankness and pain, was as it should be. It was worthy enough to write novels about. You and others like you will definitely have this in mind when they want to clear their conscience of unrelenting reproaches.

However, one meaning will not erase the previous confusion. Do you think your silhouette is for happiness? Do you think you can redeem yourself with a few symbols of broken love? Who told you that it is possible? Why do you allow yourself to keep happy moments in such a sad world?

Shout out. Shout with other weird people who see dreams with beautiful sentences. Pray to beautiful melodies and hold your breath when the one that will evoke memories from a past life sounds. Clear yourself of bad words and ugly metaphors. To forget the silhouette and what did not fit into it. To start with the tabula rasa, as if after a consultation with a psychotherapist. To be calm. To be quiet.

Sunshine, here is your silhouette. You just forgot that only you have a pen and an eraser. It’s just that you forgot that its boundaries are plastic and you should also be plastic to the world and to yourself. Take it and create an existence.