Welcome to my digital treasure trove! I like to think of this space as a curated introduction of my headspace, which is always in flux but so far:
I’m often working on a variety of creative projects, writing, reading and thinking about:
✨ If any of these pique your interest, please reach out! Nothing brings me more pleasure than getting lost in conversation with interesting and like-minded people ☺︎
©️ Kostiantyn Trundaiev 2024
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<aside> <img src="/icons/wind_blue.svg" alt="/icons/wind_blue.svg" width="40px" /> Oh to be an angel (if there were any!), and go straight up into the sky and look around and then come down
not to be covered in steel and aluminium glaringly ugly in the pure distances and clattering and buckling, wheezing
but to be part of the treetops and the blueness, invisible, the iridescent darkness beyond,
silent, listening to
the air becoming no air becoming air again
Frank O’Hara, 1958
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