From every nook and cranny the sirens of profit and culture sing a numbing song, inviting us into the soft glaze of pain-freeness. Hurt, pain, sorrow, grief? We’ve got a drug, a drink, a sport for … [Read more...]
A Wednesday Rant: Rime Ice Around the Heart
When fog freezes over, not Hell, the tiny droplets of water forms a layer of white ice over whatever it touches. This is called hard rime ice. Soft rime ice is the same thing, I think, except it is … [Read more...]