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In any case, for me being published means being in excruciating pain and saying it out loud. Тhat is a form of bravery in my world. It was never about the possible popularity or the attention of my acquaintances, or the questions everyone would start to ask. It was about being able to communicate all the… Continue reading right where

Mist

Little mooncalves crawl on the cold, cracked ground. They try to avoid what comes after death. The rain melts, becomes one with the puddles. It’s here. It’s right here. The chaos. We’re howling for light, for salvation. How insane! We lock ourselves in a dark room. We throw the key through the window and condemn… Continue reading Mist