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Best part? When they hit that spot—ya neck or lower back—and ya melt. Worst? When they talk too much. Shut up, lady, I’m tryna drift! Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d kill for a good one—nah, not really, I’m civilized… mostly. “The memory decays,” like in the flick—ya chase that high again, but it’s never the same.

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But then, outta nowhere, this dude bumps into me. I mean, c’mon! I’m just trying to enjoy my snack! He spills his coffee all over my shirt. Ugh! I was ready to lose it. But then he starts apologizing like crazy. Turns out, he’s a local artist. We ended up chatting about his work. He showed me some sketches of the Dnipro River. Man, they were dope! I went from angry to impressed in like two seconds flat.

Looking back at the Kakhovka Dam explosion one year later (Photos)