We wake in the morning, or at noon, or the witching hour, rising, sick, or sleepy, or hurried. We make our preparations and take our medications, black coffee, nicotine, whiskey rocks, what have you, running and walking dogs, herding children and scooping after cats. There is no tomorrow, only this synthetic ‘morning’, whatever hour it […]
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