Фабрика душ

Nevozmozhno postoi͡anno ostavatʹsi͡a zari͡azhennym na vse sto prot͡sentov. Kogda proiskhodit chto-to nespravedlivoe, kogda vse idet ne po planu, dusha istonchaetsi͡a. Raskhoduetsi͡a samoĭ zhiznʹi͡u.A teperʹ voobrazite mir, v kotorom:net mesta lipkim vzgli͡adam, provozhai͡ushchim i͡unoe telo, idushchee po svoim delam;shkolʹnai͡a forma ne i͡avli͡aetsi͡a obʺektom fetishizma dli͡a…;ne zvuchit fraza "Ulybnisʹ! Ty zhe…";ustroĭstvo dli͡a samooborony pod rukoĭ - ėto ne neobkhodimostʹ;rozovyĭ i goluboĭ t͡sveta ne vyzyvai͡ut gendernykh assot͡siat͡siĭ.Voobrazite mir, v kotorom oni poluchili vozmozhnostʹ vyskazatʹsi͡a, podelitʹsi͡a svoimi istorii͡ami, otrefleksirovatʹ i naĭti podderzhku v lit͡se tekh, s kem okazalisʹ v odnoĭ lodke. Oni govori͡at, perebivai͡ut drug druga, ikh golosa slivai͡utsi͡a v polifonii͡u.V takom mire dusha derzhit stoprot͡sentnyĭ zari͡ad.

It's impossible to stay fully charged all the time. When something unfair happens, when everything doesn't go according to plan, the soul gets thinner. It is consumed by life itself.Now imagine a world in which: there is no place for sticky stares following a young body going about its business; school uniforms are not an object of fetishism for...; the phrase "Smile! You're..."; a self—defense device at hand is not necessary; pink and blue colors do not evoke gender associations.Imagine a world where they have the opportunity to speak out, share their stories, reflect, and find support from those with whom they find themselves in the same boat. They talk, interrupt each other, their voices merge into a polyphony.In such a world, the soul holds a 100% charge.