the nostalgia note
diminished chords, December birthdays
If for you the year ends like a draining pan, fat and oil and scraps of uneaten food glimmering unwholesomely in the wet kitchen sink, too thick and clingy to wash away completely from your landlord’s cheap porcelain but not substantial enough to make something usable with the remaining scraps, we are the same.
In the last month of the year, the flow of …
