I Don't Like This Part Of City (because It Was A Hell To Navigate When I Worked At Delivery), But I Love

Dried flowers are constant. They don't change, don't grow, don't rot.

Only turn to dust when their time comes.

Kind lady (gn) agreed to pose for a second :)

It's safe now. I'm better.

I'm almost happy.

Houses from afar look almost like toys, with this bright light from windows among darkness of street. I can only look in aw at this light dropping on leaves under my feet.

It is warm.

Hot take: I like spinach.

We're in new reality anyway

Calm one

Cold one

A lot of stuff have happened since I posted last time. I got depression and wasn't able to carry this blog, then I got a little bit better and then war started.

So... Now I'm just waiting. Trying not to fall back into enxiety that will lead me in less then nice way, just existing because that's all I can do. This will be over soon, only crysis will remain for several years.

It's March.

Red berries, red red red red red

Bitter, long rotten but still hauntingly beautiful.