Now that our tasty liaison is over, the monster slaughtered, the palace going under, the black-draped ships embarked, and I’m stuck on this feckless island with a dipsomaniac in lion skins, and you’ve sailed off to do your father and pretend it was an accident, like the hypocrite you are
I might as well tell you: the minotaur was my friend. Or not friend. More like an associate. I’d go in there through the labyrinth, which I knew in the dark, luckily, because it was always dark, holding on to my silver thread, and consult him about things.
What thing? you wonder. You know—the future, the death of kings, the meanings of snakeskins and birds’ intestines. His answers were exact, Though muffled.
In return I brought him morsels. Youths with edged weapons and grandiose plans, like you. I stood on the far side of the room, steering clear of the horns. He could get out of hand and was prone to tantrums.
In the food fights, he always won, and would have won against you too, if I hadn’t cheated. I spiked the wine, what else?
I thought I was trading prophecy for love. Bad choice. But I’ve got news for you: You’ve made a bad choice too.
Now that our tasty liaison is over, the monster slaughtered, the palace going under, the black-draped ships embarked, and I’m stuck on this feckless island with a dipsomaniac in lion skins, and you’ve sailed off to do your father and pretend it was an accident, like the hypocrite you are
I might as well tell you: the minotaur was my friend. Or not friend. More like an associate. I’d go in there through the labyrinth, which I knew in the dark, luckily, because it was always dark, holding on to my silver thread, and consult him about things.
What thing? you wonder. You know—the future, the death of kings, the meanings of snakeskins and birds’ intestines. His answers were exact, Though muffled.
In return I brought him morsels. Youths with edged weapons and grandiose plans, like you. I stood on the far side of the room, steering clear of the horns. He could get out of hand and was prone to tantrums.
In the food fights, he always won, and would have won against you too, if I hadn’t cheated. I spiked the wine, what else?
I thought I was trading prophecy for love. Bad choice. But I’ve got news for you: You’ve made a bad choice too.
Telegram, which does little policing of its content, has also became a hub for Russian propaganda and misinformation. Many pro-Kremlin channels have become popular, alongside accounts of journalists and other independent observers. Official government accounts have also spread fake fact checks. An official Twitter account for the Russia diplomatic mission in Geneva shared a fake debunking video claiming without evidence that "Western and Ukrainian media are creating thousands of fake news on Russia every day." The video, which has amassed almost 30,000 views, offered a "how-to" spot misinformation. For Oleksandra Tsekhanovska, head of the Hybrid Warfare Analytical Group at the Kyiv-based Ukraine Crisis Media Center, the effects are both near- and far-reaching. DFR Lab sent the image through Microsoft Azure's Face Verification program and found that it was "highly unlikely" that the person in the second photo was the same as the first woman. The fact-checker Logically AI also found the claim to be false. The woman, Olena Kurilo, was also captured in a video after the airstrike and shown to have the injuries. "The result is on this photo: fiery 'greetings' to the invaders," the Security Service of Ukraine wrote alongside a photo showing several military vehicles among plumes of black smoke.
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