Follow feet in sidestep

January's not for blogging. It's for digging your feet into the snow and staying put in gridlock. Not going with the green lit new year, laying low instead in last year's sins and stories. Let the shadows draw on walls and floor of your single space apartment. Watch too much television, accomplish nothing. Be miserable, and let it make you happy.

From old Fitzgerald's freshman prose take new lessons learned in teen soaps. Be your own Emma Stone with wisdom: the books you read in school always reflect what's going on in your life.

Pull then the reading list from first year Cultures of the Modern, hidden back the mind. Crack open Tender is the Night. See Seoul in lieu of the French Riviera. Let Rosemary speak:

After lunch they were both overwhelmed by the sudden flatness that comes over American travelers in quiet foreign places. No stimuli worked upon them, no voices called them from without, no fragments of their own thoughts came suddenly from the minds of others, and missing the clamor of Empire, they felt that life was not continuing here.

Let the last days of the month die.