Back in 2020, during the COVID pandemic, I’ve completed one of the longest of my projects – an LP ‘Equinox: The Rite of Spring’. It tells about a catabasis-type journey through the night of Spring Equinox, i.e. March 20. A journey that followed a catastrophe.

It started out in 2011 with a very grim two-part dream about the sun disappearing, and how the city I’ve been living in back then kept going as though nothing actually happened.

I’ve expanded the story later, bringing in a brutal attack by fascist maniacs upon their former friends and neighbours, led by a ‘false philosopher’ (I stopped short of calling him by an actual name), a shameful escape and more…

Well, that was just a fiction. Until 2022. When just too many things described two years prior became reality. And even the circumstances of my eventual escape from Russia were chillingly similar to the song texts I’ve written.

Now I see how a similar disaster is unfolding in US…

Civilisation is damn fragile. It takes so much to get established and so little to get dismantled with dark ages following.

Our civilisation is at the worst threshold than ever over the last half a century at least. Probably at the worst since the end of WWII. The current strain of fascists have nukes, after all. And really want the world either to be reshaped according to their ill views based on the mix of fear, hatred, weaklings’ desire to be strong and punish everyone… Or to go down with it in flames.

The hope dies last. But it is possible that there is no room for it already. I wish I was wrong…