steadfast surfacing

[starfrosting]

Spewing half-formed thoughts onto a page is such an unsatisfying exercise, particularly when you're meant to set an example with this paper you're writing besotten with a cold and confused head. Today coming back on the train the Hudson was all frozen choppy, almost solid on the edges and getting more loose towards the center. It reminded me of pastry crust, for some reason. Back to work. Modernity ick.