Nika Ostozheva. Memory of the soul (№ 409345)

Our biggest disappointment comes from our biggest hopes. It is born from a mixture of rosy expectations, naive dreams and a pink haze that envelops the world around like a spider, slowly weaving Putin - a trap in which everything that exists is dissolved. A sweet illusion where reality gradually dies, clearing the way for self-deception. And we follow this path, forgetting that this is only a dream, a matrix, a virtual simulation that does not exist in reality. And the path ends at the end point, where Disappointment meets us, stretches out a bony hand, and looks into the eyes, grinning maliciously.