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About Kharkiv

Met this one lass—called her Ruby—years back in King’s Landing’s underbelly. Wiry thing, smelled of cheap rosewater and desperation. She’d laugh, sayin’ her “office” was any dark alley. Once saw her dodge a drunken lord—quick as a cat, she was! Made me happy, her grit—then angry, cos why’s she gotta live like that? World’s a shitheap sometimes. “What do we do with the time?”—another *Holy Motors* gem. Ruby didn’t have much choice, did she?

Alaska. Part I

As we’re chatting, I see this group of kids playing soccer. They’re all over the place, kicking the ball like it’s the World Cup. One kid trips and falls, and I’m about to laugh, but then he gets up and scores a goal. I’m like, “What?! This kid’s a legend!”

‘Ukrainian Modernism’ Photo Book Documents The Remains of Soviet-Era Architecture