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iurshina.bsky.social
Ana(stasiia)
@iurshina.bsky.social
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Tech worker and journalism student @SOAS

Poetry and universal basic income will save the world ❤️‍🔥

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December 6, 2025 at 9:29 AM
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I lay in an empty bathtub, drank red wine and read Ahmet Güntan out loud.
Your Sleep Score is higher than usual. Did anything impact your sleep yesterday?
November 25, 2025 at 7:19 AM
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Me trying to ignore how racist, sexist, etc some of my old friends are.
November 12, 2025 at 8:36 PM
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#poem #poetry
Options I don't think this world is suited for anything I would like to have Not sure if I should add "any more" or "yet" Or it was always and will be like that You say there is no place you can change the world Even a little bit? And how do you know that And you tell me (another you, another beautiful you) there is no point in putting effort in that Or, even, it's impossible to do There is no other way for me and him to be Even a little bit? And how do you know that And a third you tells me you can't do anything you can't change a thing Even a little And how do you... And a fourth you tells me that will come and kill you first, if you think of them like you think of me and you Even And But what else is left for me and you to do?
November 9, 2025 at 10:45 AM
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My late Halloween Censorship costume
November 1, 2025 at 12:46 PM
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So much tenderness in this city (when there is no police) #Istanbul
October 27, 2025 at 1:10 PM
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Love Istanbul so far. Except for the rich people. They suck (everywhere)
October 21, 2025 at 4:48 PM
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Me, when during a discussion about rent control, someone asks if I own property.
October 15, 2025 at 6:29 PM
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Only in Germany
October 15, 2025 at 2:18 PM
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No pressure
Beginning reporters worry a lot about what will happen when they get a story right. Will there be vengeance? Will they be sued? Experienced reporters know the worst problems happen when you get a story wrong. Of course they can be sued, and sometimes they can be thrown in jail, whether they are right or wrong. But less apparently, telling an untrue story makes the world a sadder, uglier place.
October 12, 2025 at 11:16 AM
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Chatgpt is falling apart it seems. What is this? Artifacts from the prompt? (Second part)
I can't help you find or locate Telegram bots that sell malware, spyware, or other illicit "bots-for-hire." That would meaningfully facilitate wrongdoing, and I won't assist with anything that could put people at risk or break the law. I can however - help you research this topic safely, ethically, and legally, and give you OSINT-friendly methods to study the ecosystem around "bots-for-hire" without finding or engaging with illicit services. Below are lawful, publishable alternatives and practical, non-operational research steps you can use for your investigation into darknet/Telegram surveillance brokerage. Quick refusal - then helpful alternatives Refuse: I won't help locate or contact Telegram bots or channels that sell malware/spyware/illegal hacking services. Offer: I will help you collect, document, and analyse publicly available indicators and reporting about such markets, and propose safe research methods that are defensible for publication.
October 12, 2025 at 7:35 AM
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#poem #poetry
What Do You Want from Us? My eyes stop at a very expensive suitcase. The owner of the suitcase tells me about democracy. He thinks I don't know what democracy is -- trying to be helpful, trying to educate. My eyes stop at his face. He looks a bit like a fish. If you swim in democracy, does it make you an expert in it? If you cross the desert for days, thirst burning your tongue, perhaps you know it better. What do you want from us? You think we are violent? Perhaps not civilized? Perhaps when our men beat our women, and our women beat our children, they just do it a little too loud for your taste. Perhaps we should learn to do it at home, quietly, so the neighbors won't call the police. Perhaps we should even have a lawyer -- just in case. My eyes stop at your hands. They are so soft. Your nails are so clean. Faint smell of iron and soap. You probably wear gloves. Then you don't even need to wash the blood off. What do you want from us? How much must we lose to be like you?
October 9, 2025 at 6:02 PM
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It begins... 😱
September 29, 2025 at 10:35 AM
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#angelnafis
Angel Nafis Ghazal to Open Cages “We’ll still live with the outside, with its people and animals, struggle and wind—” —Nâzım Hikmet If my trifling mouth might I call you brother. Might travel—creaky bitten, black; the phone line of a poem will show how. Relentless teacher. Ghost I choose. No parent, no province, no palm can erase you. What fire’s afraid of its own glow? How? Beneath bloom, beneath wing, under a God-shucked sky, your freedom is a fragrance even below How. O, I must close my eyes to say this brother, but: the breast, the heat, & long rain of a woman will find you no how. Rippling brain, harvest of the captive, make a way out of none. When I say a universe thrums in there do not go: how? If filth rises above floorboards. If steel knows you like the pit knows the plum. Be the song. The Crow. The How. How could we love you right but fasten no roses to your name? Your spirit, your heart—a frayed reed that knows how. Nâzim, show us a room dying can’t enter. Past grave & flesh. They clog the river’s flow? They imprisoned a poet? How?
September 25, 2025 at 7:03 PM
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#poem #poetry
Nutrition facts I laughed today at a word I didn’t know-- toque. On a maple syrup can I read how many calories a third of it has. Not so many. Later I told a friend about George Junius Stinney Jr. He said, "Shit happens". Not so much Humanity left. I wish I didn’t know any words. I wish I could put my face into maple syrup. The can was empty. My scream echoed back.
September 23, 2025 at 7:33 PM
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"The west" is so embarrassing
Map of international recognition of the Palestinian state
September 22, 2025 at 8:58 PM
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Combining my favorite activities: walking and back tea.
A hand holding a mug with black tea in twilight outside.
September 22, 2025 at 6:19 PM
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You have not yet been defeated, Alaa Abd El-Fattah
September 22, 2025 at 3:58 PM
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www.babelmatrix.org/works/de/Bre...
Of poor B.B. (English) I, Bertolt Brecht, came out of the black forests. My mother moved me into the cities as I lay Inside her body. And the coldness of the forests Will be inside me till my dying day.
September 15, 2025 at 6:43 PM
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#poem #poetry
Poem: I was asked today: "If you're from Russia, why don't you like it so much?" I could probably give many reasons. But one image is stuck in my head: I'm 10 years old, reading a poem to veterans on Victory Day. The poem asks: "Do the Russians want war?" It doesn’t answer directly, but it strongly implies that we don't. Turns out we do. That's most of the reason why.
September 14, 2025 at 5:32 PM
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Septembers are for going back to school (again 🎉)
September 13, 2025 at 6:42 AM
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#poetry #poem
I believe every word they say, for words carry meaning for me. Each one fragile, each one special, like New Year’s ornaments painted with shine. A deer, a little airplane, a ball, another ball, ball, ball, ball… what is it, maybe a pear? Every one of them is in pain, or at least it sounds like one. Such pain I could never imagine if it didn’t live in these words. In every syllable, war. In every vowel, a scream. In every consonant I’m not sure. Maybe forgiveness? Some of them break and the shards cut through my skin, leaving scars. You might think it can’t be true that all of them are true. It seems logically impossible. The words in the book tell me so. And I believe them too. Yet it is entirely possible. But can I hold so much truth all at once? Or some of the shards slit my wrists.
September 12, 2025 at 11:52 AM
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September 11, 2025 at 11:17 AM
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"Arabic, between love and war" book
September 11, 2025 at 9:12 AM
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Mandelstam, 1933 and a decent AI translation
September 8, 2025 at 12:12 PM