-2, and a clear, cold day in the darkest time of year. Christmas came and went, a blur of another year.
COVID and a pinched nerve, allowing me to isolate without a flood of questions, disrupting my role as butler for a dynasty, an infectious virus.
Children here, young adults now, figuring out their roles as the next generation of whatever makes sense in an absurd world: Dreamer; rigid, superficial survival; meanness embodied, projecting poison, easing the tension of another. Understandable defenses--I know there's much more. But the harshness is killing me. Childhood objects disintegrating in the backyards of success.
