archives for Wednesday 12 May 2004
april was the cruelest month (and march, and may)
Wednesday 12 May 2004 | I like a cookie
It mixed memory with desire, bred lilacs out of the dead land, and got the Unnarrator for one into a whole lot of trouble. Though actually most of the trouble happened in March. So a brief précis of my wicked misdeeds: March 23—the Un sleeps with the Film Critic, which is not All That, but [...]
