Day 911
The hippest crime scene
Insatiability. Nine hours of ecstacy modeled on Kreuzberg, Berlin during the 1980s. Murti-bing pills.
The real cultural life of Kyiv is different. But even here the occassional tourist stumbles on treacherous appearances, finding both imitation and innovation, decadence and vigor, advertised mediocrity and imperfectly recognized greatness. The social and intellectual currents, which we know from pre-war carousing, continue to exist and arouse impatience as products of a stage we left behind. Still these are the aspects that attract attention, and not the new creative forces sending up shoots amid a forest of dead trees.
Defusing the warhead of an Iranian Shahed 136 attack drone somehwere in Kyiv region.
One more military airport in Russia goes up in smoke.
A suspicious looking man with cotton in his ear wearing white sneakers in front of Ukraine’s Security Service HQ, probably a drug dealer, clutches his Iphone. The beard looks fake.
Kyiv in the 1980s.
From the steps of Kyiv’s opera house.
Two minutes of destruction in the vicinity of Kurakhove.
Today’s song of the day: Smile More Often by Rolliks