The early morning bird songs are music, more so lately when I think about what the people of Ukraine are awakening to. Maybe they still hear birds singing, too, but it must sound different to them somehow. There must be more of a jarring contrast with the current circumstances of their lives. Less like music and more like an unwelcome reminder of better days, before Vladimir Putin started unbottling his wanton depravity.
Ah, the bird songs. Such a simple pleasure.
What are you, Vlad, and what was your journey to becoming less human? What the hell did your parents teach you? If it was anything edifying, it seems you long ago decided that wasn’t gonna work for you.