I was reading a book and then it hit me.
Articles by Ilya Kharkow
No, This is Not the Same
We don’t feel sorry for Hunter Thompson, so why would we feel sorry for a guy we don’t know?
A Person With his Pants Down
The mountains are scared when it’s dark. And the walls of Auschwitz.
My Friend Oppenheimer
Take it, these are the glasses through which I watched the nuclear explosion.
A Closer Look at Heroism
Man, sorry for telling the truth.