Have you ever looked at a tormented city and wondered how much devastation it takes to kill it? How much more can it endure? Where is the line after which survivors, if any remain, can no longer rebuild? ​We watch russia raze our cities one by one. At first, a city bravely resists, no one wants to surrender their home, the life they worked to build. Then, staying becomes deadly. Fewer and fewer remain, mostly the elderly, who know they lack the strength to start over. They wander the streets occasionally, and occasionally russians post videos hunting them down with drones... Before long, buildings become ruins as the front line moves in. No one fights the fires anymore. What were once high-rise apartments and offices are now just scattered rubble, reeking of smoke and death. ​It is the same story every time for the cities where the "russian world" could not be stopped, the same kind of pain, the same desolation. ​We watch those cities die. We watch them grow emptier, ever more lethal. With every strike russia delivers, we think this must be the final blow. Yet the city clings to life a little while, until it doesn't, until it can no longer. ​Those cities, those cold corpses of concrete giants, lie scattered across the east. They now form a desert visible from space. They lie there, the hollow windows of shattered homes staring up at the sky like empty eye sockets. Perhaps they would ask "why" if they could, but there is no one left to answer.