This is a Christmas Story. it might turn out to be one long rambling sentence. or take a more poetic shape. more likely it is snippets of something. pieces of a life that are gathered into a nonlinear narrative. think of it as a bit like the experience of watching a french movie. hopefully it’ll make sense in the end.
I plan to cast a net into the minor pleasures of a single morning. yet it is a particular morning.
An ordinary Christmas morning.