Prosrochennyy

Yuri doesn’t want to change the world. He doesn’t want to understand it either. He’s learned to survive in quiet routines, filled with gestures he doesn’t notice and days he barely remembers. He watches videos without watching them. Eats without hunger. Sleeps without rest. He doesn’t talk to anyone. He doesn’t do anything that hurts - but nothing that wakes him up, either. His body is just another container. He fills his stomach with whatever’s there, like ticking boxes on a list. Taste doesn’t matter. Just the motion. Just getting through the day. In his mind, life is something else: lighter, better, full of meaning. There, he can be whoever he wants. In reality, he’s just Yuri. And that’s enough... until it isn’t.