Wind tearing the roof
Rain drumming on windowpanes
A cold evening
“Flowers for Algernon”
The scent of fresh coffee
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 1:38 AM UTC
Wind tearing the roof
Rain drumming on windowpanes
A cold evening
“Flowers for Algernon”
The scent of fresh coffee
Written in Kyiv during the ongoing war. Tanka — a Japanese form, five lines. Some evenings, the wind tears at the roof, the rain drums on the windows, and the war is everywhere. And you make coffee. And you open a book about a man who loses everything he gained — intelligence, dignity, self. And somehow the scent of fresh coffee and the weight of that story together become a form of shelter.
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