Poetry, built on a cycle of contradictions, about what the generation born in the 90s feels today. Having grown up in the culture of post-Sovietism, we moved away from the values of our parents, but did not adopt the values of the children of the 2000s, born “with a tablet in their hands.” While the former have already built a life line, and the latter are still carefree, we have some baggage, but have not received recognition, have not implemented large-scale plans and are left with nothing. Just yesterday, we, as a generation without the Internet, played hide and seek and threw snowballs in the yard, and today we burst into the digital world. We are lost at the crossroads of cultures and fell into the mess of the fourth industrial revolution, pandemic and geopolitical transformations. We are just building the foundation, but we don’t know what tomorrow will turn out for us. All that remains for us, experiencing an existential crisis, is to hang frozen on the stern of the Titanic in front of the unknown of the future. These are words of love and support dedicated to the children of the 90s.