Days of the Anti-Decay

No sign of spring anywhere - no sign of colour either - this extended season has stolen the world of everything but black and white - and even black is fading so everything vanishes into a pale - white void. These are the days of the anti-decay. No movement, no progression - not even regression - or entropy. Everything is frozen, both metaphorically and literally, No snow in Brighton, just a jagged miasma of existential disquiet, and that headline that keeps repeating the longest winter in 50 years. I sit freezing on the sofa, and the hollows of my body feel like this is December, that all that is right to do is to crawl under the covers and sleep for days and days and days.