Inspiration is a rare resource in Ukraine
Where and how do I try to find mine
A projector is projecting a video of cyclists cycling through the streets of New York. Sad songs are playing — Mitski’s My Love Is Mine All Mine. I didn’t want to go to this cafe and I didn’t want to drink coffee today. When the power at my flat went out, I just couldn’t stay there. I had to go. I had to escape.
The joy left the space and I was off chasing it elsewhere.
Is it more joyful in this cafe? Only marginally so. The lights here are too dim. The music here is too sad. The cyclists on the wall are too free, energetic and unreachable. Everyone in New York has electricity. They don’t have power outages. The free world. We’re, for reasons unclear to me, not as free. I know what factual reasons are, but I don’t understand what moral justifications are. It’s immoral, and inhumane that we’re living this life and countries around us live very different lives. Would I be freer if I ran away to New York? I would have electricity, but my mind wouldn’t be any brighter or lighter.
The power outages are a great nuisance. It’s the most counterproductive thing I experienced. It takes away much of the necessary control over my life. I can’t rest when I want to rest. I can’t do work when I want to. I’m guided by the unpredictable schedule of…
