I found this rain-soaked copy of The New York Times magazine in the parking lot of a local food store. I could still turn some of the soggy pages to reveal images of war-ravaged Ukrainians. It fills me with sorrow to see the romanticization of yet another proxy war between nuclear-armed powers, the justification of hatred, and billions of dollars happily spent on legalized murder while little is done to solve pressing social and environmental problems and dissolve the sense of national superiority and the corrupt business interests fed by the chronic stupidity of war.