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Pain | Life during the war. Thoughts on the edge of silence. Philosopher. Inept writer.

i know who i am. just don’t know how to explain it.

Comrade_report's tweet image. i know who i am.
just don’t know how to explain it.
Comrade_report's tweet image. i know who i am.
just don’t know how to explain it.
Comrade_report's tweet image. i know who i am.
just don’t know how to explain it.

Silence between the shadows. _ The light collides with the cold edges of space, scattering reality into fragments. Somewhere between those cracks, «you». Thoughts, like cigarette smoke, slowly dissolve into the cold air, leaving only a faint trace of presence. «You» try to


Almost a year and a half ago, during a period when my life was quietly shifting. The day was calm, the forest empty. My attention was caught by a fragile plant on the forest floor. The soft yellow of its center and the milky white petals drew me in with their quiet symmetry. I

Comrade_report's tweet image. Almost a year and a half ago, during a period when my life was quietly shifting. The day was calm, the forest empty.
My attention was caught by a fragile plant on the forest floor.
The soft yellow of its center and the milky white petals drew me in with their quiet symmetry.
I

Standing on Novopavlivskyi Bridge, I took this photo of the Smotrych canyon, a view that still takes my breath away. Kamianets-Podilskyi is a small, compact town of contrasts. At first glance, it feels like an in-between stop: between a ruined past and a seemingly uncertain hope

Comrade_report's tweet image. Standing on Novopavlivskyi Bridge, I took this photo of the Smotrych canyon, a view that still takes my breath away.

Kamianets-Podilskyi is a small, compact town of contrasts.
At first glance, it feels like an in-between stop: between a ruined past and a seemingly uncertain hope

The root of the problem lies in the essence of false relaying of conscious self-identification. Empty images without context, bright packaging without content attract, but do not explain. The algorithm does not pick up heavy text, the quantitative indicator defines reality,

Comrade_report's tweet image. The root of the problem lies in the essence of false relaying of conscious self-identification.
Empty images without context, bright packaging without content attract, but do not explain.

The algorithm does not pick up heavy text, the quantitative indicator defines reality,

The first months of the war, when the sound of the alarm had not yet turned into the usual background of life, into a daily routine between work and home. For me, this is my first experience of war, an experience I would wish on no one. And for the Khotyn Fortress, a cannon

Comrade_report's tweet image. The first months of the war, when the sound of the alarm had not yet turned into the usual background of life, into a daily routine between work and home.

For me, this is my first experience of war, an experience I would wish on no one. And for the Khotyn Fortress, a cannon

Nothing happened. It just became cramped inside. The day goes on, even when no one holds it. Thoughts stop not from fear, but from the exhaustion of explaining. ___ __ I remain here without a reason and without an answer. Ukraine, Kyiv. Spring 2022.

Comrade_report's tweet image. Nothing happened.
It just became cramped inside.

The day goes on,
even when no one holds it.
Thoughts stop not from fear,
but from the exhaustion of explaining.
___ __
I remain here
without a reason and without an answer.

Ukraine, Kyiv. Spring 2022.

Reality is brutal for most. Everyday routine sets the context of pain. Fantasies about other lives, self-deception as a form of escape, are products with a red price tag. ___ __

Comrade_report's tweet image. Reality is brutal for most.
Everyday routine sets the context of pain.
Fantasies about other lives, self-deception as a form of escape, are products with a red price tag.
___ __

One month before... Ukraine, Kyiv, Arch of Friendship of Nations. January 2022. Shot on a Samsung A52

Comrade_report's tweet image. One month before...
Ukraine, Kyiv, Arch of Friendship of Nations.
January 2022.

Shot on a Samsung A52

Between tension and silence there is a moment, where pain does not scream, but trembles stiffly. Pain that has no voice, only a weight that settles between words. In the silence, where each breath speaks more than a gravestone. It blooms ___ __ hope. Ukraine, October 2025

Comrade_report's tweet image. Between tension and silence there is a moment,
where pain does not scream, but trembles stiffly.
Pain that has no voice,
only a weight that settles between words.
In the silence, where each breath
speaks more than a gravestone.
It blooms
___ __
hope.

Ukraine, October 2025

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