Saturday night in the world, in winter

is an astonishing piece by DM Fraser. The finest piece I’ve read thus far about this city. Not a street name in sight. Yet all the discombobulation inside and outside the window and that walks along with you somedays. And weather, excellent meditation on winter and momentary surrender.

Snow being something you look out at here, in my experience, tho’ now we are beginning to dress for it.

Mr Fraser foxtrotted me away from Bataille. Lovely to be stunned on a Sunday night foray to the stacks. It’s a story I’d like to learn by heart and call up when crossing at the traffic lights.