The Scent of Cold Moisture This is an attempt to convey the feeling of Earth suffering under bombardment, soaked in the blood of people and animals, absorbing vast amounts of radiation, fuel, and other waste as a consequence of war. Its soil is poisoned, its water becomes undrinkable, and people not only die en masse on its lands but also abandon them. The Earth loses its chances for renewal, its future becomes uncertain, and it does not understand what comes next—there is nothing left but to observe… The Voice of the Earth I do not feel my voice. I do not feel my thoughts. Everything around me has become numb and alien. I feel nothing but sorrow. I feel nothing but sorrow. It stretches through the corridors of veins and spills in circles. Its spirit has seeped into all spaces. Everything has grown impoverished, fallen silent, and gone numb. A chilling calm pierces to the bone and takes my breath away. Hundreds of cold hands embrace me. Glassy eyes stare through me, their dark brows silently questioning… I feel nothing but sorrow. I know nothing but sorrow. I know nothing. I—do not know…