I am tired again. But it’s a more familiar kind of tired. I want to watch a movie, to escape for two hours into a realm that’s composed and self-contained. Lviv, which was so beautiful when I arrived a month ago, is even more beautiful dampened by spring rain. But the city now feels strange, ambiguous.
a Kind of Refugee / 01.04.2022
a Kind of Refugee / 01.04.2022
a Kind of Refugee / 01.04.2022
I am tired again. But it’s a more familiar kind of tired. I want to watch a movie, to escape for two hours into a realm that’s composed and self-contained. Lviv, which was so beautiful when I arrived a month ago, is even more beautiful dampened by spring rain. But the city now feels strange, ambiguous.