Dear friends,
There is little to be said. My apartment is about as hot as the 8th circle of hell.
Here's a story about an iceberg. On the northernmost tip of Greenland there is a particular glacier, the name of which is inconsequential. But let's call it Ladwig. Warmer summer temperatures lashed the invitiate solid until cracks appeared. Cracks that, under the incessant heat and strain of the ice's own ponderous bulk, irrevocably widened until the morning when, with no particular instigation, the outer edge of Ladwig slipped off into the ocean. The resulting iceberg drifted slowly to the coast of San Diego, where I gladly hopped on, burrowed down into a cave, and could finally fall asleep as the currents carried us far out to sea.
Cool runnings to you all,
walter
There is little to be said. My apartment is about as hot as the 8th circle of hell.
Here's a story about an iceberg. On the northernmost tip of Greenland there is a particular glacier, the name of which is inconsequential. But let's call it Ladwig. Warmer summer temperatures lashed the invitiate solid until cracks appeared. Cracks that, under the incessant heat and strain of the ice's own ponderous bulk, irrevocably widened until the morning when, with no particular instigation, the outer edge of Ladwig slipped off into the ocean. The resulting iceberg drifted slowly to the coast of San Diego, where I gladly hopped on, burrowed down into a cave, and could finally fall asleep as the currents carried us far out to sea.
Cool runnings to you all,
walter