Whoo- a whole month without posting. A lot of family events, a lot of driving, a lot of dirty weather. The details don't matter; it was February, which should suffice. To save time, I might quote from William H. Gass' In the Heart of the Heart of the Country:
"For we're always out of luck here. That's just how it is— for instance in the winter. The sides of the buildings, the roofs, the limbs of the trees are gray. Streets, sidewalks, faces, feelings— they are gray. Speech is gray, and the grass where it shows. Every flank and front, each top is gray. Everything is gray: hair, eyes, window glass, the hawkers' bills and touters' posters, lips, teeth, poles, and metal signs— they're gray, quite gray. Cars are gray. Boots, shoes, suits, hats, gloves are gray. Horses, sheep, cows, cats killed in the road, squirrels in the same way, sparrows, doves, and pigeons, all are gray, everything is gray, and everyone is out of luck who lives here."
ITHOTHOTC- p. 199
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