Green, green
Until Monday, there is a dark, voiding cloud over part of this city; until Monday, the world I inhabit does not include whatever that cloud masks. My eyes are getting heavy, but I’m reluctant to go to sleep because the very seconds are precious here, where there is not.
I’m going to be 32 this year. I always think of 32 as being Jesus-aged. What ill or good does that forbode? Is it blasphemous to use Jesus’ age as a Magic 8 Ball (yes). Is blasphemy something someone who doesn’t believe can do, or is it exclusively the province of those who don’t believe?