Alien-like chatter of the world’s deepest lake as photographer shares eerie sounds of newly-formed ice. Alexey Kolganov films himself skating on transparent ice of lake Baikal, as new cracks form under his skates
when the next prompt for my solo rpg is “a queer trip to the market” and I can finally start to write some payoff for the queer romance I’ve been delicately building since the start (entirely ignoring the other meaning of “queer”)