i'm back online, now in Seattle. i'll post more pictures and movie clips from Ukraine over the next couple weeks.
here are some pictures from my trip with Seva to western Ukraine.
"IN SUCH ODD CIRCUMSTANCES THE MOST SENSIBLE THING SEEMED TO BE TO FORGET IT ALL." MIKHAIL BULGAKOV
A stranger to all thought, indifferent, as if he did not exist, Lichtenberg walked up to the radiator of the truck. The metal gave off a trembling heat; thousands of men, converted to metal, were resting heavily in the motor, no longer demanding either socialism or truth, sustained by cheap petrol alone. Lichtenberg leaned against the vehicle, pressing his face to it as if to some fallen brotherhood; through the chinks of the radiator he saw the mechanism's tomb-like darkness, in its clefts humanity had lost its way and fallen down dead. Only now and again amid the empty factories could you find mute workers; for every worker there were ten members of the State Guard, and in the course of a day every worker produced a hundred horsepower in order to feed, comfort and arm the guards who ruled over them. One miserable labourer maintained ten triumphant masters, and yet these ten masters were filled not with joy but with anxiety, clutching weapons in their hands against those who were poor and isolated.
Over the radiator of the vehicle hung a golden strip of material bearing an inscription in black letters: "Honour the leader of the Germans -- the wise, courageous and great Adolf! Eternal glory to Hitler!" On either side of the inscription lay signs of the swastika, like the tracks of insect feet.
"O splendid nineteenth century, you were wrong!" Lichtenberg said into the dust of the air -- and suddenly his thought stopped, transformed into a physical force. He lifted his heavy stick and hit the vehicle in the chest -- in the radiator -- smashing its honeycombs. The National driver silently got out from behind the wheel and, gripping the torso of the thin physicist, struck his head with equal force against the same radiator. Lichtenberg collapsed into the rubbish on the ground and lay there a while without sensation; this no longer caused him suffering -- he had very little sense of himself anyway as a vital body and ego, and his head ached more from the rubbish of reality than from the blows against iron.
Above his vision the day shone weak and white, he looked into it without blinking; dust had blocked up his eye sockets, and tears were flowing from them to wash away the tickling dirt. Above him stood the driver; all the animals this man had eaten in the course of his life -- cows, rams, sheep, fish and crabs -- after being digested inside him, had left on his body and face their expression of frenzy and of deaf savagery. Lichtenberg got to his feet, jabbed his stick into the animal torso of the driver and walked away from the vehicle. Astonished at such an act off heedless courage, the driver forgot to give Lichtenberg a second blow.