I've discussed reading with a wide net, and dragooning oneself through works which antagonize patience or pleasure, but I haven't talked yet about, "the others." These are the neutral, gray shades of party-goers whom fill the gaps between strangers and had-your-first-beer-with's, or got-hopelessly-twisted-up-in-hammock-together-until-okay-this-isn't-funny-anymore-and-think-I-definitely-just-heard-something-snarling-or-rattling-from-those-feijoa-trees. You haven't a handful of words to share with these in-betweens, but you're not weary [...]
Under Cover(s) of Night
