Sunday, June 25, 2017

last Thursday

I don’t remember much fuss being made re winter solstice in previous years but maybe it seems so peripheral I forgot. Today is that day. I am not thrilled by the cyclic nature of the seasons and all I see is the regrettable future summer on the horizon. I really should move to Kergeulen.


All that said, boy/young man sniffing and wiping his nose on his sleeve on the train was a disaster and horrible.

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