“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” I’ve sat there with T. S. Eliot, becoming more and more weighed down by the unchanging sameness, choking on cold coffee. It’s a slow unraveling that you’re too tired to clean up. People try to help with all manner of platitudes when you’re in the bleak places of life. “It’s always darkest before the dawn” or …
TIL: 2013
