Category: Why

  • Made of fail

    I should have know. I did know, I suppose. Or at least I anticipated. I thought it was too good to be true. But I let myself believe. Rookie mistake. This blog was started to chronicle my Russian adventure. I was supposed to be flitting off to Moscow in January to go and spend a…

  • Choosing a strange land

    The annonymity, the enormity, the stark reality. In a huge city you can’t escape yourself.