“I’ve got a cupboard with cans of food, filtered water,
And pictures of you and I’m not coming out
Until this is all over
And I’m looking through the glass where the light bends
At the cracks
And I’m screaming at the top of my lungs pretending
The echoes belong to someone
Someone I used to know…”

~The Postal Service “We Will Become Silhouettes”

29mar15. Kamianets-Podilskyi, Ukraine.