17.03.2026

I paint this after a murder that happened at the University of Warsaw caused by a student of law in May 2025.
My condolences to both families. It is a great tragedy.

When emotions reach a boiling level. When it is nice, it is nice. You can check the temperature of water with a foot. Kind-a-cute. It is sometime care-free, ain't it what we all want it to be? I think, that those sometimes make it visible in social media. Hear and there.

They leave traces. Activity. Stimulate themselves with contents of various kinds.

And sometimes it is just too much of everything and the level of absurdity takes a step further and it is not humanity anymore. That's our times.

How can you resist that? If someone can take an axe and fucking cut you in half at the University?

And then there are autonomous drones carrying bombs and hallucinogenic shoorms being tested in the cause for fighthing depression and you feel like crying with blood because you do not want to leave home anymore and somewhere there sits a man that could just close it down, all of it, with a single button and in the end – you do not really know how to speak about this.

And all I might want is to listen to Izabela Trojanowska singing what is that she wants – it is a Polish song.

After Marcin Wicha I will once write a book "How I stopped loving art" – Marcin Wicha is the author of book entitled "How I stopped loving design".

You can call up a hotline or send a direct message and you do not really know, if on the other side there is a real person or a sillicon valley algorithm – because the law doesn't require this to be labeled.

And you think, god damnit – what is wrong with me. And what if the algorithm thinks that I am a young woman! As my search activities and habits won't fit my group: male, under 35 in a city.
(Do not get me wrong – I adore women. Edit:04.04.2026)

Now what?

Hello, yes, am I talking to the office of algorithms?

Yes, I can send you a picture of my beard. No, I will not send you a picture of my crotch. Aha, alright, thank you.

Those should be trained to examine vulnerabilities. Necesity is a mother of invention, and it is both ways and not a research on how to sell me a new pair of shoes. We do not really need Orwell or panopticon... right?

And so it works somehow like this. One joker can change it all.

Instead, there is just more and more papers and regulations on the safety in web. Instead of looking for people that try to steal from the web, we build pirmaids of papers.

Oh wait, shoot the tank with a bow!

I know nothing about that. I write from a perspective of a failure during the very first years of my type foundry and my recent attempt to start selling linocuts via an online store.

I am looking for a job. Maybe you can advice. I can paint your room, carry furniture. 
I can translate polish–english. I dream about this job – sitting out there in Italy, on some scafolding and cleaning the tiny details of beautiful architecture fasades – those swirls and flowers and other who know what their names are. In the sun, after coffee.

The painting is aimed to illustrate that. But is it sad, really?
In the end, it is just great to go for a walk.
But maybe you are already in the place where impostor-syndrome doesn't kick in, a place about which Polish musician Sarius sings "And if you are already there, cheers to you!" in "Wielki i wspaniały".