Solo Moto
What am I doing here? Out in the wide-open farmland between Dnipro City and Kharkiv, as I realize I haven’t seen a house, a car or a person for what feels like too long, the voices are winning. The voices that, on the surface at least, are gnawing at my psyche as they repeatedly question my purpose in Ukraine. The more rational part of my brain argues it is just stress and fear finding a way out, as my ego won’t admit to being afraid. That the constant air alerts, blown up buildings, and at times explosions on the horizon are not bothering me. I had come face to face with my fear the previous year I thought so surely, I was beyond that now?
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