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I can buy books which I do not read and cannot afford and make plans for them to carry me through my depression, winter solstice/flesh buckling, I attempt various standing and sitting positions until sadistic February brings me to my knees, then, I re-examine my life, in a maudlin fashion, conclude that I'm worthless and spend March and April in a wretched heap beside the radiator.
From Winter Epigrams by Dionne Brand














