The RED Eye Series: Russia VI
It was the doorway to everything and nothing I'd expected. There was no decor save the bodies snaked with tattoos and little more strewn about on minimal furniture in various poses only the drunk and drugged can manage.
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The RED Eye Series: Russia
The Cold War was over, the Wall had been down less than a decade and I was winging my way to the Russian Far East on an ice bucket. That's when the curtain pulled back and a shadow fell across the page.
Childhood Has Become a Bad Cliche
It might have done me some good to realize whatever kept showing up in the magnifying glass of childhood was something I needed to let go of rather than hold onto, as soon as humanly possible.
