Long before the AI-agent hype, I was pondering about “digital companions” – virtual personal assistants behaving like humans. Now we’re at the point where everyone with wit can build (or vibe-code) almost everything including “digital mind” by discussing and consulting with Claude or ChatGPT tools.
Every person lives in their own world with their own thoughts. But it may be a trap of mind that is constantly avoiding danger. You get some bad experience, and then you start thinking that the world is wicked. Until you meet a person that transforms your mindset and pulls you out of rumination.
The idea of the song came to me when I was walking towards my work and thinking about my best friend – Nastya Beyzer. I suddenly remebered her sharing her fears and uncertainties about life she was going through along with the song by John Hiatt “Have a Little Faith in Me” we used to listen to together. I had a perfect combination of the inspiration and musical basement to come up with an idea of the song – something about moving on no matter what is going on. Because she was the source of inspiration, I decided to release the song on her birthday – December, 6th.
Have you ever experienced the situation when you have read a book or watched a movie, you have an idea to make a continuation? When I watched my favourite TV series “Lost” and read through some fan interpretations of the subject, I found some of them more interesting than the movie’s plot. I wondered why not use them in the production of the next series? It seems like fan art is usually not so interesting to the authors. Or not?
I wish I could stop this war,
But I can’t – it’s against the law
That I never accepted. Power’s
Got over me. Kremlin’s towers
Are covered in blood, they lure
All the demons that were obscure.
How can I now imagine the future
Of loved peace that is being tortured?
Running off and hiding in awe
I pray God, escalate no more,
Don’t turn tables of negotiation,
Stick to the proper legislation,
Be the one I’ll be proud of,
Do not make the world hugely rough.
Let your eyes see and soul freshen –
No one wants to die in oppression.
