after the solstice, in part because of the long nights and pre-twilight wakeups, in part thanks to the booktokens I’m lucky enough to receive as Noël gifts but in main to combat an unbearable sense of ignorance and that old friend, impending doom. Maybe by reading I can figure out a strategy for the year to come. So I read to get a glimpse of what other people are thinking and doing and how they face the struggle to find a path through the woods. Books are sparks in the gloom, beacon fires on the high hills, survival guides.
