Espresso grinds of grey.

Who didn't tell me that it was going to be a bit cold in Russia? They should buy me a beer in a lit, smokeless US pub on the return to the New World. Not that it is anything past my ability to take, it is actually nothing at all. Takes me to feelings of late November in the Cities.
Metro in the delayed light of the early Russian days sort of captures any sort of interest and disuninternonest which I hold for the country. The selling into the iPod generation was a great, great fucking idea and monotony would take hold far more intensely with the hour long escapades. The masses of people flowing through the system are incredible, and cause feelings of disgust and concurrently a lack of such. Crazy. Every train is stacked and smashed with residents of varying levels of hygeine and appearance, and no acceptance is displayed for the weak. Seriously, MTV and the Real World bit, send all of them through St. Petersburg metro каждый fucking день. I take three transfers in the early hours surrounded with sounds of Miles and John or Moby and Thievery, and iintake the tradeoff of rushing and hanging on the edge, momentum withheld. Although the greatest part is the tunnels, shit. There are these long, white curved tunnels between some of the transfer points where cascades of commuters pick up motion towards the varied ends, and I ride it like a rapid every time. It's sort of like MarioCart, less explosive objects that I can drop for people to trip over and get to the slamming doors of the trains a bit slower, though cutting off and tripping up is the central spark of satisfaction in the experience. In and out and along and aside, sort of a rush. The lights of the previous bomb shelter architectural integrity flash and slash past overhead, as collectivized individuality fights and breaks through the waves of рано direction. Incredible, though the sort that you need a few showers after the experience and feel immesurably more comfortable with intimate airport security encounters.
The skies have clouded again, the espresso is decent. Descent?
Следующий скоро.