In memory of the invigorating changes. No. 1995

It was in 1995 that I, a fifteen-year-old teenager, completely lost interest in the aesthetics of "new, democratic Russia". The joy of the novelty of life after 1991, expressed in a bright variety of goods and unbridled domestic freedom, just, day after day, drowned in some uslivayuscheysya hopelessness, wild dirt, in every sense,and the General space. And in 95 and it does something different there started…
In politics, I did not understand ( and do not understand), and thought aesthetics. And thats aesthetically everything going on, I absolutely didnt like and possibly injured.