The "War through the Eyes of Meduza Readers" section restores my faith in humanity. I want to talk about what's happening with all sorts of people, but communicating with strangers is unsafe: you never know who and why will inform on you (or will be forced to do it). Isolation and anxiety are driving one crazy. In every first person you meet, you see an informer and a cannibal, but that's not true at all. People are much kinder and better than various opposing forces make us think. It's just that we all stay silent — it's clear why. Ignorance breeds fear, and where there is fear, as is known, there is no place for love. I love everyone, although this is hard and inherently ungrateful spiritual labor. Thanks to Meduza, I know what for.