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The wilding breeze of white trickled slowly down as we arrived in Slovakia, sanity notwithstanding. The brush of morrow now remains a mystery now wondering if this was even the right idea in the first place. When the first sign of the other acting as though your person is chopped liver hitherto points towards the banality of the significance of the otherness, as though love and faith robs us blind of frustrations and disrespect. First of all, Košice reminds me a lot of secondhand sofa. It was our first stop from London towards Ukraine, in order to soldier the wilding winter white, and for Ani to come to terms with her homesickness, as if I deprive the woman of any capacity to return. My energy is depleted right now as I come to terms that this could be it . Secondly, that first facial whiff of Ukraine inside that cavernous bus ride felt ominous to a higher calling, regardless of the random company that accompanies the commute. The skylight was gone right as we were about to enter, ...