year creeps to its dark, year with a blinding brightness at the start followed by a quick descent into stygian nightmare-scape.

It's no wonder that the year declines and I am so depressed.

But today I drove to work through a tunnel lit radiant and gold and reflective in the rain, and found a glittery purple carnival mask in the parking lot of the cafe where I got breakfast. So there's that.

<<agé chose>>

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