One day you find yourself in a familiar place overgrown with bushes and grass. You realize there's no better place in the world. You lie down in the grass and remember your childhood.
Everything seemed big then.
You made up stories about every tree, the old pond, the flowers in the fields and counted the shooting stars.
It's a sensitive place, but all the feelings it evokes are cold. They are like fragile and fleeting moments that have their own melody. This melody can be both familiar and terrifying. It speaks of a time of lingering feelings of nostalgia, emptiness and vulnerability.
— Masha Kovtun
