"... Across the street from the apartment window, there's a man pacing back and forth past the shades and the dim light bulb. He's combing his hair now and he's pacing again. He has no shirt on and looks to be about forty-five.... And it's cold out and this afternoon it snowed." 2/2

David Wojnarowicz advent, Day 3:

"I'm sitting here in this room and it's around dusk. There's no light, just these traces of blue in the sky and far over the edges of the tenements... There are these white clouds that are so faint, so gray, and this strong moon... 1/2

I agree, and wasn't attempting to argue otherwise

If only it were so easy to disentangle those factors

If the working-class members of my family, past and present, are anything to go by, vociferously not-caring about events/crises in other countries is emphatically not a new phenomenon

That's interesting, I wonder if it's another small part of the story - investment regarded as 'not for me'. If ever you fancy writing about cycling, do get in touch

Literally the only special thing about the Christmas meal

"... I supposed it was the change in themselves that people hated, the being so much older, the difficulty of feeling pleased, the anxieties that had come to roost on them, so that they were like naked trees weighed down with black hens." 2/2