Last Morning of November

It is the last morning of November. I wake at four to a cold house. Time to start the fire. The wood takes a long time to catch, and it takes me no time to grow impatient. Self-accusation begins at once, and the accused is guilty until proven innocent. How can you be so incapable? How, after hundreds of times starting fires, can you still struggle to accomplish the task this morning?  The accused is in his own movie, the main and only defendant in a staged trial by fire, but try as he might he cannot get the wood hot enough to be tried. The case is neither well received nor poorly received by the jury. There is no jury, and there are no witnesses. No one else sits in this theatre of the absurd to watch this film on repeat reel. There is no reception; there was never a wedding; there will be no consummation.

One thought on “Last Morning of November

  1. vivid window into a cold and frustrating morning: “the wood takes a long time to catch, and it takes me no time to grow impatient.”

    A trial with no jury; a film with no audience; no reception, nor wedding, no consummation — No consuming fire started.

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