I dream about the ten days I was in Russia a lot. My dreams are 30% high school parking lot, 30% plummeting airplane, 30% Moscow, 10% Target from hell. Last night, I was wandering through the Red Square. Sometimes when I wake up having dreamt this, I read something about Russia. This morning, I read about why it is frowned upon there to smile (a sign of foolishness of perhaps trickery.) I then found this magnificent morning poem:

Silentum

How can a heart expression find?  / How should another know your mind? / Will he discerns what quickens you? / A thought once uttered is untrue.

– Fyodor Tyutchev

NO SUCH THING AS TRUTH, YOU GUYS! YOU’RE WELCOME! – Russia