Thoughts of an unsuccessful, never married, late middle-aged, likely terminally ill American man.
Monday, February 23, 2009
The City in Winter
In winter the city bares its body, an aged woman in bright, sober light. A cold drizzle coats concrete and asphalt, turning the grime into a slick, dirty skin. People stay indoors with friends or travel in cars to meet them. The day lengthens but still feels short. All this, to the Complete and Total Loser, feels entirely appropriate.