A Hungry Young Girl

- also in my homecity a unique pipe organ in our local Pipe Organ House has been damaged.

- In Kharkiv 4 rescue men have been killed as a result of a "double tap". At least 9 more were injured.

- In Kyiv, the biggest post office terminal of "Nova Poshta" post company has been destroyed, along with innovative equipment and who knows how much worth of people's belongings

- The Kyiv Pechersk Lavra, aka ONE OF OUR MOST IMPORTANT CULTURAL HERITAGE BUILDINGS, UNESCO AND ALL, OLDER THAN NOTRE DAME, has been struck by a missile and there was a sizeable fire

- As a result of a strike on the Oleksandr Dovzhenko film studio, the biggest film costume collection has been completely destroyed, including costumes from some of the most iconic Ukrainian movies

- Over 100k people in Kyiv don't have electricity as the result of the strikes. 4 people dead, 30 injured as of now, including small children.

- Damage to bridges in Kherson region, where russians have continually been trying to cut off humanitarian connections.

Yeah, okay.

I also happen to specialise in gambling addiction (although I'm not practicing in that area right now), and all I could fucking think about was how these fucking apps were conditioning me in the same fucking way gambling apps do. To be constantly plugged in, consuming. To not even think about just picking it up and having a look. To feel bored when I wasn't watching them, to think about watching them when I wasn't watching them....

That shit is fucking evil.

I deleted it. I'm not exposing myself to that.

That shit will fry your dopamine/reward system so fucking bad you will never read a book or watching a movie again without it.

Love yourself and your potential enough to put that fucking shit away. Watch longer form things that require focus and engagement. Listen to podcasts and audiobooks. Read books. DO ANYTHING BUT CONSUME SHORT FORM CONTENT IN AN UNSTRUCTURED WAY.

If you MUST consume it (I'm sure people will be like 'but my classmates' or 'but my own channel'.... etc), do it in a siloed and structured way. 30 minutes between x time and x time on x day. Focus on it. Don't eat and do it. Watch each short form video to completion. Engage critically with the content. ANd never watch them first thing in the morning or last thing at night.

Olympic committees are really doing everything they can to make Ukraine look like a country without symbols — like a “neutral country” — instead of countries like Russia and Belarus, which should be in that role but are currently competing under their national symbols.

I want to say — then ban Ukrainian bodies altogether.

Ask how people become disabled in our country.

A Russian shell that leaves me without an arm — is that apolitical?

A fragment from Russian destruction that leaves me without an eye — is that outside politics?

Losing my leg to a Russian mine — is that just some natural disaster, like something blown in from Russia by the wind?

Masses of tortured bodies in territories occupied by Russia, which you won’t allow us to show together with the map of our country — is that “political” because it might make Russian Paralympians uncomfortable, since they were the same soldiers?

You are just as “for peace in the world” as those Russians who simply don’t finish the sentence out loud — “without Ukraine”.

"Justice doesn't exist, but is that a reason to not give a fuck?", "War is not forever, our love is forever"

It feels important to say a big ass thank you for all foreign civilians who keep talking. For all support we get and keep getting. Nowadays it might start to feel hopeless — and you can't even imagine how much your support matters even if it's just words. Thoughts that people actually care have carried me through a couple of mentally rough nights.

some of the recent stuff that I know about is:

People in Poland who donated for Electrogenerators.

People in Germany on a recent rally in support of Ukraine.

People who care, and people who help. I can't even put it in words how important it is. How important it is to me. How important it is for Ukrainians.

So, thank you. Thank you for standing with Ukraine. Especially in these difficult times like now.

My hometown has been under occupation since 2014. My parents probably already have russian citizenship, because you can't survive there otherwise. But I don't ask them about it.

The town most dear to my heart is now in ruins, and Ukraine is slowly losing ground there - but, more importantly, lives. So it has become another cemetery, a concrete desert among many others, like I knew it would. The frontline has now reached the little village where I spent the first few years of my life, and which I still see in my dreams sometimes, however fuzzy - a little house on the hill, summer, tall grass (it probably seemed way taller because I was so small), my great grandma and I harvesting berries in a raspberry patch, a tapestry with deer on it in the summer house. None of it exists anymore, or ever will again.

I saw some war footage with russians hiding in a graveyard, probably somewhere in those parts. It could have been one of countless little graveyards, but for some reason, for the first time, I imagined my great-grandma's grave being uprooted by a missile, and that thought made me sick.

Thinking about any of it makes me sick. I don't think I can feel the normal spectrum of human emotions regarding the war anymore. It's either sickness or nothingness.

Living in Donetsk, in 2016 or so, I remember thinking - it'll be over soon, it can't go on much longer. In 2021, I faced the truth - it's not going to end. I need to leave and try to start over, so I did. In 2026, I'm trying not to think about anything. Not to count years. Not to plan. Not to stare too long as elderly mothers bring flowers to the portraits of their fallen sons and wipe stains off their photograph faces. Because thinking about any of it, looking at it, is unbearable, and only gets worse as time goes on.