I took my kids to my favourite spot to watch the sunset yesterday. We arrived just in time and stayed as long as we could, surrendering to the ancient feeling of wonder. I didn’t have my phone with me to avoid the temptation of buying anything, even ice-cream. So, instead of taking the pictures of sunset, I watched the sunset in a pure state of un-consumption.

It was around 9pm local time, 4 am in Kyiv, on the middle of the five or eight hours of relentless air raid sirens and explosions. Was I supposed to know it then? Would it be better if I knew? Grief is a privilege of a survivor or someone who had left long ago, before everything happened, before they knew, and never found their way back.