I was wearing corduroy breeches, digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging pitches.
I've been scrubbing, rearranging, stripping, and purging. I want to be rid of everything that is unnecessary, plastic, ugly, cheap, and in the way. Is one meant to hoard in the winter? Ought I to be getting fat? I refuse. I want clean surfaces, severed ties, everything put in its place. I want to be able to get down to the business of this season without distraction. I want to tear out my stitches if they do not impress me, even if it leaves me with nought but wasted hours and a pile of tangled string.