100 missiles, 100 drones, 1 life
The indecisiveness of those who could do more is what keeps this war going and us suffering
This morning — after waking up to the sounds of missiles exploding and then rushing to hide in the toilet — I was watching a video of a Russian missile falling into a lake in Kyiv, exploding, killing fish, polluting water, and I thought this missile probably cost more than I’ll ever earn in my lifetime. One of those could kill me and take away my chance to earn anything at all. Today, Russia launched more than 100 such missiles and about 100 drones. 15 regions affected. Some people died. Our energy infrastructure is being targeted, again. It’s the largest attack this year and, maybe, ever in this war. How much did it all cost to Russia? How much financial damage did it cause to Ukraine? Why do people spend so much money to kill and destroy? It’s insanity.
When I think about these big numbers, it makes it easier and less scary to exist in this existential crisis. Crazy numbers, crazy scale, a little life of mine. It provides a certain degree of detachment from my reality. When I move my gaze to me, and what’s immediately around me, a cloud of sadness and exhaustion overpowers my mind.
The electricity is gone and I don’t know for how long. I also don’t know if it’s just for today or if a…
