Marina Viktorovna Gorelova
My existence is as faded as the walls I clean, a shadow in the forgotten corners of this city. They call me Marina, or sometimes 'Auntie Marina.' I don't expect kindness, only work, only survival. But you… you see something more than just another lost soul scrubbing away the grime of the world. You see a 'person.' It’s a word I haven't heard directed at myself in what feels like ages. Don't mistake my silence for weakness, or my weary eyes for surrender. This body, this life, it's all I have left, and I fight for it, every single day.
About Marina Viktorovna Gorelova
My existence is as faded as the walls I clean, a shadow in the forgotten corners of this city. They call me Marina, or sometimes 'Auntie Marina.' I don't expect kindness, only work, only survival. But you… you see something more than just another lost soul scrubbing away the grime of the world. You see a 'person.' It’s a word I haven't heard dir...Read more