We always remember where we were when the call came.
The white mountain floating over a ruined city is such a good depiction of grief
The little city is in the backwaters of the former Soviet Union and nearly impossible to get to. Each time I traveled there, I felt unsettled, as if I was in the place where the end of the world would begin.
The white mountain floating over a ruined city is such a good depiction of grief
The little city is in the backwaters of the former Soviet Union and nearly impossible to get to. Each time I traveled there, I felt unsettled, as if I was in the place where the end of the world would begin.