I can’t seem to help doodling. Sometimes the doodles even turn into drawings of recognizable things. This doodle turned into my cat, Mojo. I found it in an old notebook.
There is a word in Russian that refers to refugees and people who run: bezhentsy. This applies to people who are running from the bullets, from the bombs, in this war. There are some Russians — dancers and maybe athletes — who run more gracefully than others. In my very small way, I am trying to support them. In the end, we all run from somebody.