Yaroshevskyi
Dmytro

  I don’t understand — is this a dream? or is this really happening to me?

Where is my home? why am I here? who am I? I wake up and live this day.

I don’t understand anyone around me. Only my children — because they speak to me in my native language. I am at the edge of the world. Literally, the furthest point. How did I end up here?

  War…

  How do you not lose your mind? Longing. Fragments of consciousness. Past and future. I am in the present and I want you. Let’s do something stupid and take pictures… You are such a beautiful woman. Come here.

  Wow… come look how good this turned out… this one I will print. We are alive.