Wednesday, 13 January 2010
The Weather Inside is Frightful
And so the snow came, whiting it all out, Tippexing us a tabula rasa for the spanking new year, then smearing it all with late-train, grit-stained, blue-knuckled chaos. I thought about making resolutions, considered self-improvement by denial, cutting out the fags, the booze, the fried food and pointless cruelty. Then I shook myself, said don't be silly, sweetie, and came up with the perfect, catch-all resolution: increase my dominion.