What is friendship? 

A network of corruption and civic love for: 

Dinners, hang over breakfasts, chain smoking, and other simple pleasures of life 
Failing better together 
Dishing on institutions and their bureaucrats 
Dishing on other friends 
Starting a bar 
Starting any other unnecessary art project 
Celebrating life in a form of a marriage, a birthday party, a funeral, or a show opening 
Asking someone to write an unnecessary text 
Inviting them to share a budget when you have one 
Asking them to work for free when you don’t have a budget 
Pillow talks 
Laughing out loud together 
Sharing new music 
Getting older together 
Being silent together 
Remembering 
Forgetting 
Welcoming new members of the network together 
Keeping your distance 
Challenging the distance 
Curbing bitterness 
Nurturing enthusiasm 

By Furqat Palvan-Zade 

The Distant Chatter Coming From The Cortyard

The Garden is Full

An Empty House. A beautiful extravagant host by itself. Filled up with air of coming again seasons forecasts, being not a white lie after all. Early hot seasons laid out with crumbled parliaments on the surface of a marble, scheduled for disappearance – they give a little cry about their existence. What an erotic coincidence of a house where one present comes in rounds. Flat floors been laid out that way, you’d see no crack, remaining human body temperature, they’ve been created to seduce. Usually blue in the Mornings Arches are open for Sunshine visitations, they feed you up with serotonin left after that last night when Birds were around, peeping through its hole. So much noise! So much yet to remember, in a new future of yours. An Empty House is here yet to remind you of a coming responsibility to commit to dreaming, it means you can afford it finally, house being such a friend! Soft to touch walls are here to adjust your expectations, to guard your body – it travels so often these days. Once you there you’ll be leaning on the curtains to forget about all that clutter of life. What is it that impulse to remember everything at once? Forget! That house is a strong indication of change, with no wish of becoming an institution. On the way you’ll find a well, it made itself through – as water always founds its way, drink as much as you want, make your mouth full, wash your face, spit it out, let it soak. An Empty House is not traditional nor contemporary – it has some orthodoxy to it though. It has history, if you think its important. It has no image, nor painting, no depiction on its walls as its a motive in itself. Objects there fall apart after performing a scene. Scents are there to elevate the moments of the loved once. Theres no vases to be shuttered as roses drink themselves from that myst around.

By Timur Akhmetov