Apr 7
In the middle of a desolate land where I was walking my dog, the wind blew away square pieces of cardboard. There was a picture of three stylish men and the word “Prize”. It was an empty vinyl record sleeve of a 90s Georgian soft-rock band, as I have read it on a reverse side. I took a few steps further and saw a pile of identical sleeves that I had just seen, all empty laying on a chunks of crushed old concrete. The sleeves had fallen out of stacked Soviet-made rough cardboard boxes. I came home and found this record in the Internet, a song I’ve loved most was მუდამ იქნები ჩემთან
