Posts Tagged ‘Overwrought Metaphors’

In which The Gay Recluse freezes to death. It goes without saying that nothing is black and white. But at the moment it feels like nothing is gray, either. It’s more like there are layers of perception, some of which are made of iron, and some of which will melt away.


In which The Gay Recluse watches weather fronts. Yesterday when we woke up, it was freezing rain; but suddenly in the afternoon, the front lifted. Within minutes, the sky was bright. As we observed this, our thoughts also began to seem less muddled; we could breathe easier. No problem was insurmountable! Little did we know […]