O David I,’m in awe of U, you battle The Grim Goliath of Grozny more valiantly than do oh so many.
READING № 1
Gessen, M. (2017, July). The gay men who fled Chechnya’s purge. The New Yorker.
READING № 2
Baum, D. (2016, April). Legalise It All: How to win the war on drugs. Harper’s magazine.
READING № 3
Aikins, M. (2009, December). The Master of Spin Boldak. Harper’s magazine
* I’m in one hell of a hole. I put myself here, or I should say I took the actions that led to my downfall and thus accept that I bare the responsibility for being way down in this here hole. I’ve read some of Dante, I’ve read and reread both Crime and Punishment and The Heart of Darkness. I’m saying I know that some of us humans have a predisposition to manically obsess with the what could’ve beens and the why’s it have to be this ways? To allow themselves to become transfixed with fretful foreboding (the fear factor; the indices of fear). To have flown so high to have delved so deep, to have touched the lips of paradise and to have slept on the cold dark dunes beside the ember glow of the Queen of Sheba whilst shrouded in a sea of near absolute silence below crystalline constellations; to have conquered everything I could ever possibly have wanted and imagined and for then to have so abruptly… tea, bee, see.
[‘continued’ not ‘confirmed’]