Week 5, Week 55. Today we are enduring, embracing, enveloped by what seems to be the worst weather we have faced thus far in this frozen purgatory. A day spent indoors, I stare at, am stared at by what used to be a sweater, what used to be a scarf, what used to be the shirt I would wear when attempting a good impression; now, only wallpaper, now the jury, the peanut gallery; the silent audience unmoved by our desperation and hopelessness.
Posted by S.U.R.V.I.V.A.L. at 10:17 AM