well, if march is the cruellest month then i do hereby nominate december as the kindest month.
december is social and provincial and cozy and kind.
it looks out for its own.
it’s winter before winter becomes foul and syphilitic.
march is like winter after it’s been ravaged by prolonged illness.
december is glittery and glistening, even when it’s wet and muddy. the mud still kind of glistens.
march is just cold urban swamps.
funny how december seems hopeful even though we know that it leads to march.
-moby
