Klechiv, back in country tall buildings cease to exist, hustle bustle, buses, trains, never did.  Minsk my capital city, no horse-pulled buggies, fenced in yards, or dirt trails to blaze.

The buzz of voices in the streets has changed to the buzz of bees scurrying through the air, both places offer a stranger silence, one being the silence of communication in a populated area the other forced upon the stranger because there is no one around to communicate with.

Emptiness as a human condition is a sense of generalized boredom, social alienation, and apathy, I’m socially alienated.