Christmas

Christmas is a wormhole, a pastry fringed passageway through time and space in which you can simultaneously shake hands with every iteration of yourself who ever didn’t manage to make someone happy enough or didn’t manage to be happy enough yourself on some grimly measured December 25th, a tinsel entangled tunnel of regret opening onto every time you bent to drink at the cosmic fountain of universal human oneness and came away unsated.

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