I was hoping that by newsletter day, the coup would have faded into background noise, the mucky sludge that underlies every attempt to live a normal day. But of course, it's not there yet. (My hoping rested largely on having lost track of the days of the week, past and future.)
More strawberries
More strawberries
More strawberries
I was hoping that by newsletter day, the coup would have faded into background noise, the mucky sludge that underlies every attempt to live a normal day. But of course, it's not there yet. (My hoping rested largely on having lost track of the days of the week, past and future.)