flying in i woke up because my head was chilled against the
wall of the plane so i opened the window and looked onto an unrecognizable
world bathed in diaphanous, dawn light. seeing ukraine, you can know for a brief moment, the flat, cold places of this planet,
where the land is long and white, the forests are black and the wild is right
there in front of you.
it was -10 degrees when i walked out and my throat ached and
the breath of 100 people rose before me in the glittering, frozen air. what can i say of this place? this
place that the sun wont even touch when the winter winds its fingers around the
trees, the darkness, so lonely, as though it is determined to stay that way.
This place is strange to me, strange and long and cold.
