When the first rumours started that a war was coming, I didn’t believe them. When fear began its slow progression somewhere in my solar plexus, I brushed it away like it was nothing.
“What if the war really happens?” my mother used to ask me.
“Well, what if a brick falls on your head tomorrow? That could also happen,” I used to reply.
Just a few days before the war began, I was on my way home from a job interview when something huge and heavy fell from a roof just a few metres away from me. It was a brick.
During the war, I thought about that brick a lot. When a missile landed just a few hundred metres from our home in Kharkiv, I thought about the brick. Almost every time I survive a massive air attack, I think about the brick.
I wanted to write a poem about the brick, but the right words kept escaping me. So I decided not to chase any words — and made this track instead.
Music video by @dimaphase
Mute.wav logo by @mykytalaptinov
Music by @mute.wav
living in a full blast identity crisis for the last 50 years makes it kinda hard to make my own music so I decided to have fun with @yunglean2001 ‘s ice cold smoke
