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I know you weren’t expecting word from the dead today, but please, indulge me—make an exception, accept this message outside your routine—and tell me: what year is it for you?NIt didn’t work. Or rather, it all happened, naturally—just not as intended. Greetings from Kyiv, May 2019, though I’ve no idea where the bullet hole went.N///looking for a slow long letters, lingering games with fluid time, and (un)delayed apocalypses;waiting for the Protagonist.