Silent night…
The sirens are howling today in a particularly special way — not loudly, but tiredly, as if they themselves no longer believe that anyone will listen. The day was hot, heavy, sticky. The asphalt breathed heat, and the air stood still, as if stuck between two realities — the one that once was and the one that has yet to come.
I sit by the window, not turning on the light. It's easier to think in the dark. Easier to be silent. Easier to exist. Somewhere out there, in the digital world, new coins are launching, someone is catching the highs, someone is losing everything. But here — it’s just night. Just the desire for it to be quiet.
I don’t want analyses, graphs, forecasts. I want a sip of silence. Not in my head, not in chats, not in the blockchain — but in my heart. So that the night doesn’t ask, doesn’t demand, doesn’t promise. Just exists. As it is.
I know that somewhere out there, behind thousands of screens, others are just like me. Tired. Exhausted. But still with a spark. Because even in the darkest night, we wait for dawn. Not because it’s guaranteed. But because we are alive.
And no matter what launches by morning — let it fly. I just want this night to be quiet. Without explosions. Without news. Without fear. Just night. Just to breathe. Just to be.
Good night to those who read.
Good night to those who are silent.
Good night, Ukraine.
