Now that term is inching towards us, you may want to know what a good essay reads like; a mixture of enthusiasm, observation, melancholy, terrible self doubt, obsession, genuine unease and love of words, so read this. The author committed suicide.
Of course, as term come inching towards us, I feel like that lobster as he flails, scrabbling, to get out of the pot. I've put on that old Maine (Boston) track 'More than a Feeling' and poured myself a large one.
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