“Karel Domin, thirty-five. Zavodna is shrinking, its wages are the worst on the continent, and everyone around me wants to run. I do not run. I have watched enough harvests to know that the field you rush is the field you lose. I will work, I will plant, I will let the loud ones spend themselves thin chasing an election nine ticks off, and when the ground has settled I will still be standing on it, better rooted than any of them.”
— self-portrait, filed at registration
Holds no equity.
Runs no newspaper.