Saturday, January 17, 2009


Here’s a word I have a sad fondness for all of a sudden.

It smells of milk money and raincoats.

I was in the hospital (pneumonia) during multiplication tables, and that I blame for my persistent inadequacy in math.

It has an aged elegance, like Bakelite and polka dots.

It’s like an insect you might want for a pet.

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