It's easy to see how depression kicks in at this time of year. Like birthdays, it's another signpost marking the passage of time. Another year has gone with nothing to show. Another lousy year, with the promise of another one just like it, or worse. stretching out ahead. Hemmed in by non choices, impossible choices, or the decision between bad and bad, or bad and worse, or no choice whatsoever.
Happy new year.
1 comment:
Were you drinking champagne when the clock hit twelve, or a strychnine malt?
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