Silence is fear, so…
Saint Creature …don’t hide yourself there? Read More
Your taste, your style
These are my favourite photo cups, which I use most often for both tea and work. Strangely enough, I liked how the photo looks from the camera (ha-ha, it already got its own filter). But I also added the “finished shot”. Because I like it in its own way.
In general, each photo is our perception of colour. So if someone likes our perception of colour – we are on the same wavelength with them.
The cups are illuminated by LED lighting for flowers, which is now not used for them, but simply as an evening light in the kitchen. The kitchen in neon colours looks unusual, but interesting. I recommend it.
Small creative works
I have never perceived blog posts as something big. Quite the opposite. When you start a new blog (and I still remember how it happened with my other blog, more than 10 years ago), you think “okay. This is a post. But it’s only one. Who will be interested in one post? There should be many of them! Only then will everyone find something of their own! And will come back to you”. But now I have thought about the fact that each such post is a big job. This is a great achievement. This is something that already exists and will exist in this world, and over time people will return to it. If it is useful. And this is what happens with my old blog, where people read articles that were written several years ago and became relevant right now, during the power outage.
Each article is a big job. Even if it is written in a hurry – the main thing is the meaning that you put into it. And a successfully written article can make your blog famous like some famous song that has resonated in the hearts of many. So don’t underestimate each individual post.
It smelled of death…
People around me feel death. People call me and talk about death. People talk to me and talk about death. My outlook became darker, and reality became such that I would give a 75 percent that we won’t survive if we don’t go somewhere, and a 25 percent that we’ll make it to the end of the war in the way we are. Because the shelling has become more frequent and more accurate than in the days… when there weren’t any? Exactly. Any shell, drone, bomb – will destroy a house and, more likely, us with it. This is a fact. Dry, but a fact. I thought that I should pay for hosting at least for a year so that the person wouldn’t send me that game for a link to the site in vain, because… reality was getting darker.
When I put on a dress or a wig, I think about what if it arrived now, that’s exactly how they’d find me. I don’t care. As they will. Just a fact. Is it interesting to read a blog when every post could be the last? Does it feel more alive in that case?
Burger Kings
One of our family hobbies is making burgers. We always change or add something to achieve “the same taste” that you get when you visit a burger joint.
Sometimes we forget to add something (like pickles, which we may not have), sometimes we choose a different meat (not a freshly made patty). This time we took ready-made buns, spread ketchup on the bottom half, then a freshly made chicken minced meat patty (we made the minced meat ourselves), fried on an electric grill. Then fresh onions, pickles that we marinated ourselves, and a few slices of Cheddar cheese. All this is covered with the top half of the bun and put in the oven under the grill with convection.
This time the taste was already quite close to what you get in special establishments. I would say that it was about 85-90 percent “the same”.
Who knows, maybe one day we’ll open a burger joint on wheels? Maybe. Who knows… 🙂
Dressed to kill pt.2
The other day we received some really adorable work pants. With one thing in mind – they are…feminine. What does that say? Well…it’s not convenient to fasten the button, they’re low-cut, plus they have a floral print. It all looks something like…this:
And here’s this magical print:
They are comfortable, they fit like they were made for me. Do things have a gender? I don’t care.
I have a pretty dirty job, and I want to diversify it. I want people to see not a man with a cigarette in his mouth and a smell of sweat from a mile away. Let me be strange. Let me be funny. But I want to be different. I want to be someone who will be perceived positively from the moment they meet. Because it’s about service. You should bring people joy, not a feeling that makes you want to wash yourself three times after meeting a person.
I like these pants and I can’t wait to work in them in the spring. They are thin enough to do it in them now 🙂
Debt
Despite all the “vile” (phantom?) luxury, we are going through hard times. Because in one place it may seem that we can afford everything, but to pay for what I can earn quick money on – I will go into credit debts. Just knowing that today it is a debt – tomorrow earnings. From a psychological point of view it is difficult, because every time you spoil your nerves by always owing something to someone. On the other hand, sometimes there is simply no other way.
I used to constantly do what I could get into debt one month, and get out of it the next. Because I always knew what I could earn. It was my only talent – to know the price of certain things. That is why I was interested in everything. Because everything has its price. And sometimes, everyone also has its price. Isn’t it interesting how much a human soul costs? How much someone’s honesty costs? How much someone’s truth costs?
To find out, I also got into debt. And now I’m trying with all my might to get out of one.
No one cares when you’re out on the street..
..Picking up the pieces to make ends meet.. Read More
Debauchery
I increasingly began to catch myself thinking that my debauchery had no limits. Read More
I let people go easily.
There is a type of people I easily let go of. Here she is. She lives near Lutsk. Is that a sin? No. We lived there ourselves. Not far away…she goes to Slovakia – is that a sin? No…it’s not about that. It’s just that fragment that was in the last letter from one of the platforms she writes on. She writes on a russian-language blog site – is that a sin? Yes.
At such moments, I get the feeling that Western Ukraine is really a “separate world” where there is no war, so… is it possible to write on an enemy site where every 4.5 out of 5 people want you dead? Yes… probably. Because people from the “peaceful world” are like goldfish. They don’t remember for long why they left their country at the beginning of the war. And it’s convenient now to wander off to Slovakia, or Germany, or somewhere else to “distract” themselves from this war.
There was once a game called Dr. Mario. In my childhood, we played it on an old game console, which was an analogue of the Nes. The picture was black and white, and there you had to destroy microbes. White, yellow and red. In monochrome, white and yellow were like one colour, barely distinguishable if you look closely. And here is the feeling that for this person there is a war in monochrome.It exists – but you can also write. Because “the war is somewhere out there…”