There is one memory from Russia’s invasion of Ukraine that will likely stay with us forever: the video of a Ukrainian elder approaching a group of Russian soldiers who are in full body armor, automatic weapons slung over their shoulders. When she asks who they are, they lie and say that they are simply conducting exercises. She calls them occupants in her country, fascists! They keep trying to move her along, this negligible pest of a woman, but she won’t go away. She tells them to put sunflower seeds [the national flower of Ukraine] in their pockets so that the flowers will grow when the soldiers die on Ukrainian soil.

There is no act of resistance so small that it cannot ripple throughout the world. This post is dedicated to each and every one of them, whether they happen on the streets or in a museum or are still rumbling around in our hearts, waiting to be let out.

A song that seems as though it were written for this moment:

Rosie by Passenger Passenger