Sculptor and writer Mykolas Sauka was born in in Vilnius. He has worked mainly as a sculptor, creating public sculptures and participating in exhibitions. He has also published short stories in various cultural outlets. The book speaks about the loneliness and emptiness of people of the young generations in a bizarre and absurd dating world.
Then the phone rings, notifying me that Amanda has appeared on my match list. She is leaning on the table with both hands, her stomach bare, the edge of her panties sticking out above her trousers. A straight parting, a pretty face with clear skin, her eyes melancholic and somewhat wild, looking up at the camera from below. When , she replies. I have a wash and get ready, then order a Bolt. The driver is Armenian and speaks Russian. Togda liudi byli khoroshi People were good back then.
Nekotorye Maybe, but they might still be good now? He says something, probably in Armenian. He laughs. Near the Green Bridge, a black Audi pulls in directly in front of us.
Look at that fucker! Rushing to the whores, are we? I stand outside, next to a terrible four-meter-tall acrylic statue of an angel, its neck wrapped in a scarf.
Ill be on second floor by elevator I go up. Where r u, she texts. Where are you? No reply. I look around. I take a step toward the girl in the white turtleneck. I lean in close enough to see her face now.
