Kyiv At Dusk

Pictures here. Thank you, LJ user ked-pled.

This is Kiev the way I see it: brittle around the edges, burdened by its history, a little sleepy, shadowy around the eyes, and shaped like love is shaped – with blunt lines and soft rays of light.

On evenings like this, you can smell your neighbours’ bad cigarettes and identify within yourself the burning desire to listen to DDT’s “Rojdennii v SSSR” (Born in the USSR) on repeat as the last drops of the day are squeezed patiently from your already rather wrung-out heart.

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