the superiority of the violence of nature
Things around the old homestead have been deteriorating lately. The washer stopped draining, the fridge developed a death rattle. (This I blame on obsolescence: the latter having cooled things for the past 20 years. This also means this ship we’ve spent the last 5 years living in is still much older than our residence herein. Go Stonebridge! You age gracefully.) We’ve been living...