if my "i like you recently" iTunes list reflects, solely, Soviet pop music, Elik's fairy tale songs, and the Rachmaninov Vespers—and if the walls of eX resound with the Sames—it's with the hopes that some complicated equation of exposure will transform these dates into Russia 1881-1971 (± 20 years). approximately.
(geeky glee refuses to be contained: formulating the span like that lets me include both Alexander II's Emancipation of the Serfs and the Great Dissolution as implicative events, without claiming actual knowledge about the additional 40 years....)
Russia: the only place where the past is unpredictable.
if i am thinking inordinately about the complicated apartment maneuvers of the Purge years, it's probably because i am up against several housing shortages (among other euphamisms) at once.
Bezdomny and Bosoi....
somehow, i wonder whether a subliminality that knows neither limits nor reason is the best way to prepare myself for the exam i must write in an hour. at the same time, as the crises of life gather, the prospect of the scrappy lightning pencil inspires longing of the sort that exists nowhere and nohow else.
the strange, eternal relationship between the writer, the émigré (flamboyantly hesitant in a "foreign" language), and the Master of the universe.
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housing shortages?
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