Don’t leave the room anymore

The room is your familiar pension, and even this trash can satisfy you — especially when beyond us lies no Europe, no Asia — only hopelessness.
When we can no longer afford bread or fake soup, the "European family" will reject us — and we will be lost.
Young potential will drown in the slavery of a neo-feudal capitalist, leaving muddy footprints at the airport doors.

Don’t leave the room.
Fight the hysteria — and you’ll realize: you’d have to be an idiot to speak in the language of geography.
You’ll become as “functional” as a 5 AM tutorial teaching you how to give a pushpin more purpose.
And you’ll see — it takes an idiot to still want to live here.
When the only option is self-employment — and that too, abroad.
When you can’t even make more than twenty lari a month.
When hunger is no longer metaphorical.
When education is a privilege, not a right.
When self-expression is labeled propaganda,
while real propaganda distorts our truth.
When artists aren’t starving for culture — they’re starving for bread.

So...
don’t leave the room,
until you start to act.