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Trinkets of Virtue

So here is a musing on a interview with Ken Kesey for Paris Review. I read it long time ago so no much is left in my memory of it and when I found my little piece in the archives, it sounded ok so I decided to publish it again. I don’t think that many people would have read it before anyway. I wasn’t a part of the Beat generation, neither of its later sprout, the Hippy flower child. On The Road was not yet translated in socialist Bulgaria when I was at school in the late 70s. Fly over the Cuckoo Nest was translated but ‘of course, everybody knew it was written against the Capitalist society’. LSD, mescaline, the Doors, the Byrds and anything of this sort did not even exist in our world – ‘the dust bowl of reality’. My father was arrested for dancing rock&roll on a table and girls with short skirts had stamps put on their hips so they cannot ware them again.Even religion wasn’t there to give some kind of hope to the searching minds.  But both the Beat generation and we, behind t...
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The expanse of space


When I was a child, I would often fly in my dreams. It was wonderful to soar in space - no wings, no feathers  - just me and the sky. Sometimes I would wake up in the morning with the feeling that I could jump out of bed and fly my way to breakfast!
Unfortunately, after some time I developed a kind of worry. Electric cables appeared in my dreams and with them the fear that I might get caught up in them. I mentioned it to my mum and she laughed, brushing my fear off in the most nonchallant way. 'Those are just the telephone cables. The electric ones have been put underground long way ago.'
Now I think that my mum dealt with this most skilfully. Instead of trying to convince me that it was just a dream and it didn't matter, she took it seriously and gave me the help I needed on a material level. After that I kept on flying without fear. Of course, that lasted for a while. Later the cables of my concepts, criss-crossing the space of my mind, made sure that I stayed grounded.

Looking at the beautiful sky over Los Angeles, I wonder: how do people fly here in their dreams with so many cables tied up in the sky! 

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