December 19, 2009
Last year I barely noticed Christmas. Not only was the day itself indistinguishable from the entire previous month of teething winter, but I experienced a new kind of uncomfortable tension and hot tears in the morning. My soul was a young fly caught in a jar, softly suffocating. This year I found a way to […]
December 19, 2009
These are my favorite nights of the year. Because of the snow it never truly gets dark; the sky on the edges of the city glow the whole night through with an orange that only comes around Christmas. Everything finally, after a year, is asleep. Asleep underneath a blanket of the coldest and sweetest quiet. […]
December 29, 2009
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