"We were born to realize dreams."

This was written by an anonymous Soviet in a roughly-translated propagandist journal. Like most Soviet pieces, it exalts the worker, romanticizing notions of prosperity and class struggles.


I want so badly to believe this is true. Sometimes I do, even if I don't know what for yet.
I know you believe in this. And I love that about you.



{Note to self: Look into the books sitting on the library's display shelf. Secret Life of Trees, Book of Happenstance. etc}