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Day 345-ish
The last thing anyone wants to hear – during the days of rotting flowers and spattered walls, through the nights of wailing sirens – is advice on how best to buck up, move on with life, hit the ground running. It always seems blatantly secondhand.
If in the warzone of Ukraine your instinct is to cut loose and part with whatever pride you can salvage, then fair enough and on your e-bike. But know that in doing so, it’s entirely likely that elements of what attracted you to the other side of the burning bridge in the first place, and indeed all the reasons you even care enough to be upset in the moment, are going to congeal and ferment and blow spitballs at the back of your head forever.
Which brings me to Mozart Group.
As we observed 11 months ago, Russia’s “further military invasion” has followed the script of the latest post-apocalyptic installment of the Road Wa…