On February 20th there was a little bit of fresh snow on the ground, and I walked for two hours in the north parts of Luukki, south of lake Saarijärvi. The fresh snow painted the ground evenly white, but this look lasted only a little while. There were no tracks made by other people since the showfall in the forest, so I felt that this was fresh territory to explore.
Today I have been thinking about the situation in Ukraine, but one should be a psychiatrist to make sense of what is being planned.
(Posting title is from the poem The Map of the World Confused with Its Territory by Susan Stewart.)
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