Saturday October 4th 2014 Tim
An inevitable cool is
upon us, and here I don't mean swishing around in
winkle-picker shoes, handing out Gauloises from a silver
monographed cigarette case. I mean the kind of cool
that's better reflected by hunting down cigarette butts
and rolling paper.
The period of winter
always seems hungry, its energies more desperate. And yet
when you think of what a long summer of drought can do to
land, a mind has to pause, consider the little things,
permit our own place in the world to accept insignificance.
Which isn't something we're very good at doing.