It snowed twice. By the end of autumn we would stand around the hot cabinets at work and warm our hands, and my co-workers (Polish, jaded) would insist on sleet and hail. They said that when it did come — in January at least —… Read More
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Attempts to fathom what is happening. Attendance at a protest march — the politically active student indeed. I won’t drag you down with the various evils of this government (which I admit, compared a vast majority of the world, are pretty tame) but I’m taking… Read More
What’s the difference between a tradition and a coping mechanism, really? They blend together and rely on one another, and in lots of cases it’s tricky to tell which came first. In this case I think it must be the coping thing because, like so… Read More
The weather wasn’t stormy — it had threatened as much — but you had a premonition and wore socks instead of stockings. Even when it got hot and your white shirt felt like black you were determined; you hiked to that let-down of a… Read More
Mountains in the city (car fumes for clear air) thanks to Fine Little Day. Nighttime always, express from the beautiful mind of Becca Stadtlander. Caitlin Shearer’s moody girls — or her moody anybody. Klimt forever. Sparkle, sparkle, Amber Ibarreche.