My mom is slowly losing her memory, and the war in Ukraine is not making it easier. Her life and her memory became more complicated and confusing, and also those who surround her.
This tiny gap between normal and abnormal can be catastrophically thin, and you will never get used to it. In the beginning, you can hardly understand the rules of the game and this "new normality". What half an hour before was bold became not more than dust. You are starting to burn from anger, but it doesn’t help. Actually, nothing really helps. You try to cultivate immovability but honestly – just love will heal your hurt at the end of the day.
My mom
Me in the empty apartment
Bird of Freedom
Fragile gap #1
Fragile gap #2
Spring is here, but no one is happy
Fragile gap #3
Fragile gap #4
A man on the platform
One peaceful morning
The night before the Orthodox Easter
Mixed memories
