I didn’t text my friends in Kyiv—it was clearly not the time for them to be calming me down. Everyone else was asleep. Somehow, I fell asleep an hour later, then woke up again 40 minutes after that. For a moment, I believed it was just a dream. But it turned out to be the longest nightmare ever.

That fucking night—three years ago—I somehow woke up at exactly 4:55 and immediately checked the news. I rarely wake up at this hour and almost never reach for my phone unless someone from my closest ones is sick. But that time, I did. You know what I found there. ->

At 20, I never imagined that in my late 40s, I’d identify as leftist, anarchistic, and part of a suppressed minority on mainstream social media—while Facebook drowns in Trumpism and Russian propaganda. The dystopia we feared isn’t coming. It’s here. Welcome to the new, “wonderful, wonderful” world

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