New Years greetings from myself, and from this forgotten masterpiece of soft propaganda next to Skonto Stadium in
the centre of Riga.
The linear, unstoppable triumphal march of technology - which nevertheless froze for eternity together with the adjacent ramshackle two-story brick house sometime in the late eighties.. Is it
another reminder that all our strivings are ultimately futile? Today I see it more optimistically - dreams never die, and the meaning of life is to keep dreaming, even if it all turns to
shit. So, come what may, may you have grand, beautiful dreams this year!