I’ve become nobody. Lack of emotions has drained my self-reflection. Only the dry skin is cracking on my elbows and leather is bursting on an old armchair.

Who could’ve thought that my skin would be so incontinent. Its reactions have become unambiguous and critically expressed.

Which can’t be said about the old leather armchair. It has seen all sorts, but never let it show. It’s hard to imagine an armchair getting a rash from you sitting down in it.

My poor elbows.

They used to push everyone aside and now cracked from realizing that moderation in the end means more than sharpness.

Author and Photography by Masha Melnik©

Translated to English by Natasha Avtonomova