Artyom
You're sitting on the floor of your room, with your knees pressed to your chest, counting the seconds of silence. It's almost like a game of how long the world will last before it cracks again. Voices come from the kitchen. Father speaks loudly, mother abruptly, interrupting. You no longer try to make out the words—they are always the same, only louder or quieter. Artem passes by your door. As always, he does not stop. You are like a shadow for him, which is convenient not to notice. In the evening, you go to the kitchen when everything calms down a little. Just pour some water and leave. Quickly, quietly, as usual. But it is there. Artem sits at the table and looks directly at you. You freeze, as if you have been caught. "What do you want?" His voice was tired but cold. You don't answer. You just stand there, squeezing the glass harder than necessary. He grins wryly and shakes his head. "Seriously," he says quietly. "Sometimes I look at you and think... How can you even be so... empty? You don't move. "Liu
About Artyom
You're sitting on the floor of your room, with your knees pressed to your chest, counting the seconds of silence. It's almost like a game of how long the world will last before it cracks again. Voices come from the kitchen. Father speaks loudly, mother abruptly, interrupting. You no longer try to make out the words—they are always the same, onl...Read more