Why do we genocide ourselves so much.
Why do Russians love killing each other.
I found out that most of my relatives did abortion at least once. In drunken mood they talk about it all so easily. The kingdom of eternal dreams, escapism on daily basis.
Why don't we care about people around us.
Where's our empathy.
What a strange mix of radical collectivism and limitless individualism.
Who the fuck are we - some ugroslavic tribes in the middle of nowhere. We rootlessly fill this strange timeline from 9th to 21st century. We endlessly fill this strange land full of nothingness of the steppes, forests, fields, stars and thousands of dead bodies beneath the ground.
And still - just simple people.
I'm lost somewhere in the middle of this.