Living through all of 2023 has been like skipping, hopping and jumping around the gloaming horror of life. The fact that I’ve made it to the 364th day superficially alive and still a little bit jaunty, is a miracle.

Pauses, balms and salves came in all forms. There was the return of chai and smokes. People became a blanket too. As did music, reading, writing and just disappearing. Just like the good old times, when people weren’t dropping dead all the time.