The sun shines warm and bright through the blinds, and yet outside snot freezes inside the nose with each inhale of the air, which feels fresh — even though the horizon is lined with factories spewing their gray clouds in the atmosphere.
I’m reading in the newspapers today about the protests in Iran; how corpses are stored in ice cream trucks.
What a horrible nightmare!
I am not quite sure what to make of all this.
I might once have thought I did, but I don’t.