it is night. and deeply quiet. i am waiting for my old friend from Kyiv to arrive at my apartment. yes, i am already calling it mine although i should remember that it is not. humans’ capacity to adapt is incredible. i am already at home in war. in the midst of war, people are still exactly who they are. only everything is intensified. decisions must be made in light-seconds. i’ve passed through this state before, the one where your body is flooded with adrenaline, your thinking is unusually clear, your actions well-timed. it is the state before an approaching deadline, when all hands are on deck, when you have to defeat the distractions of fear/anxiety or laziness/sleep, those habits of mind that prevent you from performing superhuman feats. it is usually temporary, but now i am living in it.
a Kind of Refugee / 06.03.2022
a Kind of Refugee / 06.03.2022
a Kind of Refugee / 06.03.2022
it is night. and deeply quiet. i am waiting for my old friend from Kyiv to arrive at my apartment. yes, i am already calling it mine although i should remember that it is not. humans’ capacity to adapt is incredible. i am already at home in war. in the midst of war, people are still exactly who they are. only everything is intensified. decisions must be made in light-seconds. i’ve passed through this state before, the one where your body is flooded with adrenaline, your thinking is unusually clear, your actions well-timed. it is the state before an approaching deadline, when all hands are on deck, when you have to defeat the distractions of fear/anxiety or laziness/sleep, those habits of mind that prevent you from performing superhuman feats. it is usually temporary, but now i am living in it.