January is a highly chaotic month, resolution colliding with despair. It is a time about newness and a time about giving up. Everyone is shoving too many things at once into their calendars, all our new and shiny selves pushing to get onto the subway and crowding into tunnels and into the cold narrows of long streets where the wind navigates in from the rivers. Everyone is busy, and bright, and tired, trying to fit a whole year’s worth of proof into one month.
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January is a highly chaotic month, resolution colliding with despair. It is a time about newness and a time about giving up. Everyone is shoving too many things at once into their calendars, all our new and shiny selves pushing to get onto the subway and crowding into tunnels and into the cold narrows of long streets where the wind navigates in from the rivers. Everyone is busy, and bright, and tired, trying to fit a whole year’s worth of proof into one month.