“On Minka”,
After whining for about 600 pages of mostly poetry but also essays about how I have no friends, personne ne me souci, etc, I’ve decided to grow a more majuscule pair and start openly lying to myself. So, meet my imaginary friend Minka below, who hopefully will make more regular appearances.
She looks very different when tired.
She’s been teaching me some Russian. I’m not отлично yet but some day.
This is not sad (well, a little sad), but a natural consequence of the circumstances. ♦