It's past the dead of winter now; it's the drag of winter. Fuck the snow, and fuck it when it gets warm for a couple days, only to dash hopes on the glaciers falling from the sky the next day. Fuck a once-romantic winter dinner of macaroni and cheese and coffee—that stuff brings a stomachache now. Fuck dirty sweaters we're too lazy to wash, and fuck smelling like bum sweat whenever a jacket comes off. Fuck all pairs of shoes with their heels torn, toes stained. Fuck everyone looking fat from ugly coats. Fuck everyone being sick. Fuck it all. Well, this is how we felt until Luiza Sá's photos came to us. After looking at them, we're not remembering winter as quite so gratingly annoying and stultifying anymore. Click down there to see what we mean.
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