it still hurts

this time, hopefully

update

i made it to st petersburg. lenin, grand and solid and dark, offered me his hand and cupped me into his great breast.

then he dropped me into the earth a thousand feet down and i was standing on the metro. and i made up ways of remembering which station i needed in cryllic script. and i got off early and then got back on, and i got off at the right stop.

i approached people with shame and said: do you speak english? and i made my 'ee' sounds tighter and sharper when i did this, as i squint my eyes with the pain of having to ask it.

and i bought horrible food after being laughed at openly by teenage russian fast-food worker girls, and i spoke french with a sixty year old russian woman before bidding her merci.

and i bought fantastic food [blinis] and ate them over and over again.

and i got drunk on hard liquor for the first time in a while. and i couldn't drink water before sleeping because you can't drink the water so i woke slowly over about eight hours and wanted to die for a whole day.

and i nearly drowned in people in an art gallery and wished i was around other, more specific people.

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