Again with the Russians, though which side you’re on doesn’t really matter unless you’re one of the generals. The title reads in English: I walk through the gray streets of the city. Yessir, I get that The Wojak mural makes this one, for sure. The music works though. My streets aren’t gray right now. It’s late spring. The skies are blue again, the smoke and grime that blanketed the city having lifted. It was next level depressing though for a few days last week. We went brown and it was a little scary, for sure. Visibility went down to a block or two. Breathing became difficult. We were all hoping that it really was just smoke from Canadian forest fires. It was strange and frightening, but now blue again. The blues in bluish blue…