In vain, I wait. I travel with empty suitcases. With empty poems. In the Eastern Ukraine, we see these faces we last saw during the war in Yugoslavia: Faces of ancient hate, violence, cruelty. Again, someone opened gate 7Omega of hell.
Go to post pageBecome a Moment Maker. There is no need to cope with it. I emptied my database. I loaded all my novels, short stories and poems into it. I moved my database to the cosmological cloud. Putin copies Hitler’s geostrategic business plans: Destabilize a region, then come as a Messiah. Hide the costs. Hide future. Yesterday, […]
Go to post pageFor this war, I do not need to write a plot. The plot writes itself. It paints itself.
Go to post pageWar is a power. You construct it, you dress it, you call it. It then comes. And will not vanish anymore.
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