After those freezing moments, I bought and read Italo Calvino’s If on a winter’s night and read it clean through.
Subsequently, Saunders’ Tenth of December.
Other things happened.
About Calvino, there is a remarkable essay on shape and form. From that birds eye it almost doesn’t seem gross.
I am to Act 6 of Homestuck.
I keep playing a game called “Parameters”
Spring.