The Miners of Chernobyl
Although they say that coal is but a diamond in the making, I know it's just a myth.
And still, hail all those darkest souls who do the break through
because it's easy shining if you're bright
but purest are those who shine without ever knowing light.
I wanted this piece to awaken your spirits, to be a fucking revelation. To leave you silent like a forest in the winter - heavy with purity and wisdom. I wanted you to think: “Damn, I should really start recycling!” Or something as important.
But the truth is that this piece was born amid cooking and potty training, born right on the dirty floor somewhere next to the cat vomit that our handsome vet treated and that cost us half our holiday in Greece.
This piece was born in haste like village women used to birth in the fields, impatient to go back to their spades. … And now I'm holding my piece in my arms - imperfect, small and wrinkled. But still, a piece of me. I am looking at it straight into its eyes that don't see me and wonder: “Will you grow up to change the world? You know what? Screw expectations! I'll love you as you are!”
And I don't care if you love it. It is mine and it is perfect.
But, please, recycle.