our ancestors wrestled lions to the dirt, duking it out for antelope wishbones, and the pioneers chopped down trees with their bare meaty palms, yet my fingertips ache when undoing the buttons on my shirt before bed. feels like a bad sign.
Rather depressing subject material this โ the extinction of all humankind โ but nevertheless a delightful read by David Runciman. Three cheers for us, a doomed race of alpha apes who reproduce at replacement rates only when nothing better is on the menu.
For today's newsletter, I looked at a "diary" essay recently published in Novaya Vkladka, where a Russian journalist reflects on the moral dilemma of humanitarian work in occupied Ukraine and the criticism from ostensibly "pro-Ukrainian" social media users.
