Little Yurt on the Steppe

On the road to Cyberia I took a wrong turn and ended up on the Great Eastern Plains. Fortunately, a group of Khalkha nomads took me in and taught me the secrets of life on the steppe. Now, I sit in my yurt, eating mutton dumplings and drinking a weak milk tea as I recount my tales of this Mongolian life.

středa, února 11

For later

This is the part where a really long rant about how anything and everything in life sucks would go, if I had the energy or the mental clarity to write something lucid at 1:56 a.m. Or at least something packed with sufficient vitriol.

posted by Alexander Dubcek | 23:55

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