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  Music. I'm a big music fan. And I dream of learning to play something too. I'm studying music. I was practicing steadily over the summer. Then I had a one-week break, and I got back to that level, every day. It's not exactly every day, but I have an hour of lessons from Monday to Thursday. Bass guitar. Electric guitar. Synthesizer. Voice. That's the minimum I need. Then maybe I'll just choose one instrument. Now I'm playing exercises. To learn. Since the summer, I've had a new approach, you could say. Scales, exercises.

  The dacha weekend was festive and summery. The weather was hot. It seemed like every day was like this. Although this summer was warmer than last season. This summer, there were still some cool days. And it rained often. And I was in the rain, too. But this summer was definitely warmer than last.

  A new name for connoisseurs of disco and Eurodance. For fans of Modern Talking. A great voice and a familiar style of music from the 80s. Retrowave video. With tons of effects like striped video, scanlines, VHS effects, retrowave. A great singer. For everyone who lives in their broken dreams. But in a positive way. Leave all your worries behind. There's a happy moment ahead. Enjoy life. And don't be afraid.

  Summer. What a wonderful time. Over the winter, I put everything on hold. As much as I could. This project has been going since late fall. And now it's defrosting. In a minimal form. To really revive the project. It's a retro theme. Old computers. It's some kind of web project. I haven't had time to figure out what it is myself. Some kind of network, as I see it, in the 80s.

  Space. Black and white. Black vacuum and white stars. In the distance. Distant stars. The kind you want to reach out to. Such white light in the darkness. And it seems like a very cold light. But bright. And still captivating. Because there is nothing else in the darkness of the black vacuum of night. Endless night and emptiness. Asteroids and planets. Rare, barely noticeable islands floating in this ocean.

  Summer continues. Half of it is already gone. Summer has crossed the equator. I try to be at the countryside every weekend. It seemed like I'd already settled in. A house, a table, a computer. Tea. A garden. But there's so much to do that it's like a new universe every year. Everything happens differently. Last year, I planted my own garden for the first time. And this year, I've expanded it. And I've added variety to the plants.