GENKAKU-AGAIN (adam fisher)
Monday, June 24, 2013
A fetid day, fat with heat and moisture and imagined pollution, has been served up around here and it's not even 9 a.m.
It pleases me, in some perverse way, that the heat gets to my 20-year-old son. It makes me feel that I have an excuse for turning into a limp washcloth.
The days of an imagined, indefatigable ability to meet the elements and be their master are gone.
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