There was drones attack at night in Odessa, or rather, in the high-rise building where my brother was at the time. It’s good that he wasn’t hurt. But sometimes, everything is “dark”, somewhere very close. Not with me, of course, because I live near the border anyway, everything just flies through us. But well…
Sometimes I think what will happen to the resources that I managed when I’m gone. Like, whoop! And silence. It causes a certain sadness. That it will die with me. When a person is gone, the whole universe that existed thanks to them is gone. My brother has so many projects, three children, and everything. It’s scary to imagine how all this could not happen.
I’m not afraid of dying. And this is what I live with and will live with until the last day. But I’m afraid of losing someone in the sense that I’m used to controlling all my “losses”, and usually it’s called “stopping communication”. And such losses. They are more terrible… that’s why I can’t imagine what it would feel like if something did happen…
Sometimes life is a movie you don’t want to watch because you know how the plot will end.
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