A cold front sweeps in across the city, a confusion of rain and snow, darkness in daytime. For a short moment this morning I woke with a lightness in my chest, but I lost it somehow, it slipped through my fingers as the long, heavy arm of the Darkness caught me again, reminded me my place. I found a penny in the street today but what good are pennies against a thousand bricks. I forget how to breathe again. A ticket lies panting in my inbox, like a fish washed ashore trying desperately to stay alive until the wave, except the tide is toxic, I've started having nightmares now even hibernating until spring can't save this.
The same procedure as last year?
The same procedure as every year, James.
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