Quiet night…
The sirens are howling today in a particularly special way — not loudly, but tiredly, as if they themselves no longer believe that someone 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 was once and the one that has yet to come.
I sit by the window, not turning on the light. It is 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 gains, someone is losing everything. And here — it is just night. Just a desire for it to be quiet.
I don’t want analyses, charts, 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 to be. As it is.
I know that somewhere out there, behind thousands of screens, others are just like me. Tired. Worn out. But still with a spark. Because even in the darkest night, we wait for dawn. Not because it is guaranteed. But because we are alive.
And whatever launches by morning — let it fly. I just want this night to be quiet. Without explosions. Without news. Without fear. Just night. Just breathe. Just be.
Quiet night to those who read.
Quiet night to those who are silent.
Quiet night, Ukraine.