discourse is our only hope
they dig in for a long fight
In praise of self-knowledge
a further reflection on the healing powers of faith
we are forced to have faith- what is the alternative?
standing outside in the cold to smoke we are the new pariahs
the chimney smokes like that man on my sister's stoop on Rue Cartier when was 20, floundering about - I loved that sweet smell
his attempts at rebranding are unsuccessful