Times of Disquiet
This evening was such. We recovered at the Rover but I have thought of hibernation with Burton's Anatomy and a rereading of Celine's Journey To The End Of The Night.
These modest scribbles will reflect an appetite for reading and whatever else drifts into focus. This platform will not ascribe to any agenda or civic responsibility. As noted, the width of such will be devoted to criticism and citations.
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