279th day of the war. Another shutdown of electricity, water and heating. But during the day, it doesn’t affect me so much, because I just start doing things that don’t need all these benefits.
An extra reason to go outside, buy the necessary products, breathe fresh air, stretch your bones, be happy for a different district, which at this time has no blackout.
When it gets dark, it’s a little more difficult than usual, but you can live.
Just not with muscovites.
Mood and condition surprises me with new patterns. The more complicated life is, the more colors appear in it, the more contrast is added. But this is only if you accept most of the difficulties as such and do not react sharply to most of them.
As I wrote in the article about the war, the junk disappears, the superfluous is destroyed by desire to see in one’s environment only the necessary things, the right people.
When the light turns on, you rejoice like a child and gradually recover from the darkness that embraced you so gently and a little playfully.
Hands are itching for future works words, articles, thoughts on screen and paper.
The eyes endure the sight of an unknown tomorrow.
The head buzzes a little, but it works.
Cats are hungry again.
Meat…
