nothing is true and everything is possible by peter pomerantsev

“In a country covering nine time zones, one-sixth of the world’s land mass, stretching from the PAcific to the Baltic, from the ARctic to the Central Asian deserts, from near-medieval villages where people still draw water from wooden wells by hand, through single-factory towns and back to teb blue glass and steel skyscrapers of the new Moscow.TV is the only force that can unify and rule and bind this country. When I first landed in Moscow I thought these infinite transformations the expression of a country liberated, pulling on different costumes in a frenzy of freedom, pushing the limits of personality as far as it could possibly go to what the President’s vizer would call “the heights of creation.” It was only years later that I came to see these endless mutations not as freedom but as forms of delirium, in which scare-puppets and nightmare mystics become convinced they’re almost real and march toward what the President’s vizer would go on to call “the fifth world war, the first non-linear war of all against all.” 4

Russia has seen so many world flick through in such blistering progression-from communism to perestroika to shock therapy to penury to oligarchy to mafia state to mega-rich-that its new heroes were left with the sense that life is just one glittering masquerade, where every role and any position or belief is mutable.” 4 '‘Performance’ was the city’s buzzword, a world where gangsters become artists, gold diggers into Pushkin, Hells Angels hallucinate themselves as saints.

Nothing is true and everything is possible by peter pomerantsev