It seems like lately the only thing we’ve done around here is recap the end of the world. Part One, Part Two, Part Three, and Part Four to be exact. Putting 2016 to bed was like getting my nephew to go to bed before 11 PM, but it’s finally been done, and we are free to move on… just as soon as we look back at the last week of the year. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
A union suit to stave off the chill.
Everything’s as if we never said good-bye.
We begin in stillness and silence.
