Day 420
Still running
Sick of war-adjacent content milling, so we are running again. Started in March. Very far, usually early in the morning.
I’m usually out the door at 5 a.m. producing anandamides in Pechersky district. I see more and more people passed out under bridges or sleeping on benches along the river. Yesterday there was a kid sleeping face first in a disfigured position on a pile of sandbags in an underpass near Vydubytske Lake (the one next to the sand pit guarded by loud, vicious dogs)1.
It’s the same this year: run, run, run, run.
