Status Updates From Noites brancas

Today was a sad, rainy day, without a ray of hope, just like my future old age. I am besieged by such strange thoughts, such dark sensations, such obscure questions, which still crowd my mind – and somehow I have neither the strength nor the desire to resolve them. It is not for me to resolve all this!

Russian names are kind of fire, but they’re also confusing 😭 nothing a good ol’ sticky note can’t fix!

I didn’t know my edition of White Nights is actually a short story collection. The first one is titled “A Nasty Business”. Inch resting inch resting.

Holy yap. The yap by the dreamer is crazy.