Blog: The Vinyl District

It arrives with the departure of the cards in the mail and the phone calls ceasing. The flowers wilting. The roar of support and steadfastness matriculating into the pattern of daily living, as if the comfort for a while is not the clicking and clattering of your own brain but the distraction from it. You're left as you always are - by yourself - and the patterns and the work-a-day routine of just going on. Forging ahead. New patterns. Fewer things to attend to then more of a different variety. Famously it was Jimmy Carter [...]