Photo by Yurko Dyachyshyn
Agrafka A war is drawing us into the Bermuda Triangle of fear, despair, and hopelessness. You are trying to swim and to see the horizon, but instead you constantly feel the cold abyss underneath. These are dangerous times when the basic concept of survival remains the only priority, and the consciousness mutates when you read the emotionless statistics. Having barricaded ourselves with our own fears, we forget about many important things. Nevertheless, as the experience has shown, it is possible to read even on
the barricades. In your mind, you can hide somewhere in the lace of letters, in the spaces between the words. Reading serves as a means of an escape or a substitution for the reality, a way to see the undertints on the horizon again (and maybe even to see the land), a life buoy for the consciousness, a landmark for navigation in the dark waters. It is a highcalorie bonus to the daily information diet. It is the evolution from survival to life. We are fighting on all the fronts — homo legens vs. homo sapiens.
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