The translation: Vichuha For clowns (#91)

I don’t know. The weather having gone all spring-ish suddenly may change my mood. A cease-fire may be called. Maybe it’s time to change the vibe with all this. Maybe not. It all still seems to apply. That could change by tomorrow, but for today, you’ve got Russian oddities, accompanied by more odd photos, and cryptic titles.

I need to get out of the house today. I need to wander. To explore. I need… something. I need music.

My I’s are too close together. A reminder is needed to drive home the unavoidable truth that it isn’t all about me.