Somewhen in past I saw meme video with Homer laying on the bed in dark room with Soad music. There was vibe of full total endless depression and hopelessness. Never expected that I will be the same at some point. But here we go, 4 years of war, I’m laying on my bed in dark room(thank gods 100km away from battle line) and watching on the wall with two my photography works, don’t know when I will be able to create again, and 1.5 hours of electricity for the day in schedule because russia destroys everything and my corrupted government steal everything they can. Feel like life is on pause already 4 years and will be more. Existing, same days, the understanding of the number of days that have passed is felt by the long-grown hair and beard, the same days. Still fly?
