Guest Post by Revanchist
The dust of the snap election hasn’t settled though it no longer chokes me as it did on the day. I didn’t care to read the cheering from liberals and the jeering of the rest of the world, so disconnected the landline and did useful things like stacking firewood and tending the garden.
The air up here on blustery days is like being popped in the chops with a wet mackerel, but when the sun appears the breeze is sweet and clean and scented with fifty-thousand shades of green. From this height I can peek through my fingers and watch the world unspool. From this remove I can take the consensus experience of life just the way I like it: in small, controlled doses.
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