Writing Myself Into Oblivion
This is a post about Becky.
Becky thinks she’s figured out what “growing up” means. It makes sense to her now, why most “adults” describe it as an increase in the amount of responsibility and shit. It’s not just about that, though, there’s more.
It’s been a year since the first 100 deaths occurred during the revolution at Maidan. Feels wrong calling it an “anniversary”, but I guess that’s what it is. I knew there was an event at Maidan to commemorate this day and the events that happened a year ago, but I wasn’t inclined to go. A … Continue reading One minute seems like a very long time
