Literature · 07. Oktober 2024
a spicebag in an ushanka under the heated carseat before the bong hit, first of two i am to allow myself this saturday eve but no more as my life tightens up i find the strength once more to limit my excesses, and my desires for them, to once a week and even to drag out the glorious pain of physical exercise this meal bears similarities to those storied feasts that i have shared but is by its nature a solitary ritual (and not merely because many of my friends have emigrated) its contents i know...