Too much snow! Electrical upgrades, electricity held captive by the cold; the days will get longer and colder now; the solstice has passed. New Year's day should be on the solstice; we should stop and make more of the light, the rebirth of a new year, a new season that must be battled. What an odd, enlightening, tragic, happy, circular year it has been. What can I do to make the next year better, make my life more livable? Does sanity require identification and do i get benefits for it? Why does the evening news seem so timid and heartless? Has anyone rewound the nuclear holocaust clock lately? I wonder if all the worms are frozen, under the ground, or if they dig so deep that they don't even feel the cold.

First lines: The sky was filled with meteor trails, like fireflies streaked across the windshield while driving on the Interstate in the early evening. At 7 he was a concert pianist; at 8 he turned lead into gold; at 9 he saw God at the mall and he had been locked up ever since. Her secrets were hers no more; they were displayed on billboards all over the city. I drank until I passes out, and then in dreams I drank some more.