Suddenly it became spring and I am still in my winter stockings and am too warm. The air is dusty and warm and again has a scent. I am not scared of anything. I will stare anyone down in the street.
You know it’s spring here when the streets are suddenly very clean and sweeped and free from gravel. In winter they put gravel all over the streets so we don’t slip on the ice and snow. But then overnight they (“The Man”) (city council or the government or whatever) decides that it’s spring now and then they send out little cars in the night that secretly cleans up all the gravel and little stones and sweeps everything and then everyone wakes up and is happy because spring has arrived. That’s how it works.
When it gets dark, it gets very blue. That is also how you know it’s spring. In winter the darkness is black, or white. In spring it gets very very blue. And you also know it is spring because you get a hook in your heart. It is mostly there on Sundays but the old hook can really hit you anytime when it’s spring. And especially when it’s very blue. I imagine the hook as similar to a meat hook but a little bit smaller. And the hook is pulling you but you don’t know why or in what direction. But the hook makes you fucking crazy.
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