8 October 2012
Nights get colder and my bed gets lonelier. I stay awake late doing housework and watching horrors on the box in the dark, whilst I await the sand man to send me to sleep. No need for a big house yet a status symbol makes us all feel much more appreciated in life and either pitied or envied by those who like to judge status symbols. Independence is lovely but prison had inmates. Familiarity may breed contempt but with no one to get familiar with life can be dull and the winter nights costly on the gas.
The Cold Nights Have Arrived • Opuss № I