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.