6Jan/091
Happy New Poverty
I am already utterly sick of 2009.
It's shiny and icy everywhere so I have to walk like I'm afraid to wake an angry giant. And it immediately feels like the kind of year we're going to have to endure rather than enjoy or manage. It's like an enormous slug with face cancer slithered all over the future and all our money and hope got stuck to it as it disappeared over the horizon.