Appropriate Method for Contacting the Author of This Blog
Imagine yourself at the edge of a frozen lake. Imagine the only sounds
you hear are small birds and the ice on the pine branches cracking in
the sun. It is quiet like this for a long time. I am there with you.
Our feet crunch in the snow. What is it you were saying to me? I am
wrong about politics? Go fuck yourself, I whisper. Go fuck yourself in