Roma Okhotnikov
Give Peace a Chance XXXVIII
(Continuation. See the texts of the earliest images of this series. The whole images from these series are already on my insta and behance www.behance.net/gallery/140662555/Give-Peace-a-Chance-%28..., but without these texts)
It’s like living in the nightmare, which have all the signs of nightmare but one or two. You’re pinch your elbow. You could feel it. You couldn’t wake up. So, it’s not the nightmare. But it definitely is. You know the feeling. And now all of us, trapped in this nightmare, are desperately need to stop it from within.
In Russia it’s worse because of living in it more than 20 years. And our lives turned into a nightmare little by little so as not to be noticed. Teeny-weeny little nightmarish element in the more or less normal life. More nightmare but partly acceptable one. Even more but we get used to it. Just a little bit more but we got Stockholm syndrome and our sensitivity dropped and severely damaged. After all we had the good old Europe to skip in emergency and every time when we needed just one more breath of fresh air, please. As well as all the beautiful world. We had our blessed inner emigration, we have the cosmopolitan circle of our own. We and the nightmare system barely noticed each other. That’s the very point. The system had nothing to do with our true real lives. Like the street crime, TNCs and sects. We had the biggest thing after our loves – our arts. Our tops of our semi-private worlds. And than – February 24th, the full-scale nightmare and not any comfortably numbness and Stockholm tricks and all other mean psychological manipulation which is those bread and high don't work anymore. Even the last vestige of all the system, the instinct for self-preservation, sometimes is ready to give up and now telling from its depths: “It depends”.
To be continued…
Give Peace a Chance XXXVIII
(Continuation. See the texts of the earliest images of this series. The whole images from these series are already on my insta and behance www.behance.net/gallery/140662555/Give-Peace-a-Chance-%28..., but without these texts)
It’s like living in the nightmare, which have all the signs of nightmare but one or two. You’re pinch your elbow. You could feel it. You couldn’t wake up. So, it’s not the nightmare. But it definitely is. You know the feeling. And now all of us, trapped in this nightmare, are desperately need to stop it from within.
In Russia it’s worse because of living in it more than 20 years. And our lives turned into a nightmare little by little so as not to be noticed. Teeny-weeny little nightmarish element in the more or less normal life. More nightmare but partly acceptable one. Even more but we get used to it. Just a little bit more but we got Stockholm syndrome and our sensitivity dropped and severely damaged. After all we had the good old Europe to skip in emergency and every time when we needed just one more breath of fresh air, please. As well as all the beautiful world. We had our blessed inner emigration, we have the cosmopolitan circle of our own. We and the nightmare system barely noticed each other. That’s the very point. The system had nothing to do with our true real lives. Like the street crime, TNCs and sects. We had the biggest thing after our loves – our arts. Our tops of our semi-private worlds. And than – February 24th, the full-scale nightmare and not any comfortably numbness and Stockholm tricks and all other mean psychological manipulation which is those bread and high don't work anymore. Even the last vestige of all the system, the instinct for self-preservation, sometimes is ready to give up and now telling from its depths: “It depends”.
To be continued…