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Cézanne doesn’t paint what he sees.
His apples are orange.

A Plague Journey

I am more than the world you asked me to be— 

The copper mine in Erdenet, Mongolia, provides jobs, income, opportunities. It finances most of the city’s infrastructure. It funds a hospital. People are grateful for the mine, and proud. There’s copper everywhere in Erdenet.

Bow to the peaches heavy and timeless, wrapped in sheets of cool.

The laws of war make for a brittle pact at best, and can seem like a tragic fallacy up against an army’s nihilistic impulses. Russia’s tactics in Ukraine prove as much: atrocities in Bucha; the bombing of a maternity hospital in Kharkiv...

I feel compelled to give you an ending, a promise of hope 

Take death for a walk in your minds, folks. Either you’ll die glad you did, or, keeling over suddenly, you won’t be out anything. 

and all its straight-razor backroads planted with plaster 
farmhouses bowing to January’s muddy expanse

Behold: William’s father slices his mother in half. He shackles her to the bottom of a water tank. He packs her inside a cannon and lights the fuse.