Manifest arbitrariness. The only fixed point in this otherwise deeply fragmentary story is the location of events, which is Ukraine.
I’m still coughing out whatever is left in my lungs from that weird virus that assaulted me last week.
Christopher’s big read about our predicament ends with this:
The western official working on Ukraine policy says: “It’s probably fair to say that the Ukrainian system is entirely dependent on the continued military assistance from the west.1”
For starters, it will be ten — not three — years of war on February 20. Secondly, no one is interested in the opinion of any anonymous western official, and, thirdly, what the fuck is “the Ukrainian system?” Last time I checked, none existed.
This year’s running playlist will consist of at least two dozen 6-minute plus songs/remixes.
Just added this one:
That’s because we want to be running miles at this pace by September.