Tag: Victoria Hridina

Can music heal? Steal away the magical power of sorcerous curses cast by evil witches on the innocent – those that force them to sleep with a hand pierced by a needle? Ward off future destruction programmed by secret rituals of otherworldly incantations? Cure death, prevent illness, grant hidden supernatural powers, enchant the soul, and save it from ruin?

Computer technologies, artificial intelligence, and the development of new inventions have become part of our everyday lives. They no longer surprise us, attract wild attention, or call into question the limits of our abilities. Over the years, we’ve grown used to instant access to any information, using it daily—asking ChatGPT about simple things we once did automatically, without a second thought..

Society. Such a familiar and well-framed system, with its own rules and norms. A place where everyone is expected to play their role — sometimes through effort, sometimes through an inner, genuine desire.

There are horror films that etch themselves into memory for a long time. Usually, they are not about something magical or otherworldly, like a voice speaking from the sewer at night, a made-up ghost standing by the light switch (blink-blink), or even a terrifying vampire outside the window. No. What is truly frightening is when the story is painfully simple: the victim does not suspect the danger, and the attacker has no intention of announcing his plans in advance.

How fascinatingly our world is built! Starting with the incredible matter of planet Earth and the phenomenon of gravity, where stars flare up and burn out like magical wonders, the Moon where the Dreamworks boy with a fishing rod sits, the Sun, galaxies with aliens and predators, black holes…

Each of us carries in our mind a special phrase from childhood, etched deeply in memory. Our parents, grandparents, and other adults put in specific efforts—efforts unique to Ukrainian society (which would be particularly intriguing to Ukrainians not born or raised in Ukraine)—to make sure their version of the truth traveled with us through time...

Nothing brings a sense of comfort quite like memories of a carefree childhood. In the book of our memories, there are pages dedicated to the playground: the favorite swing (the one where you could flip around and make a full circle—a challenging "sunshine"), the tires we loved to jump through, the basketball hoop where endless practice sessions took place, and, of course, the pavement tiles, perfect canvases for chalk drawings. Flipping through this chapter, we arrive at a section titled "Home."