i wanted to write something serious and depressive.
and then i remembered. today is st. Patrick’s day. he is my favourite patron saint, the one i feel most affinity for. i could possibly write sth serious about that, too, but i won’t. there are too many serious things in my life at the moment: so i will be plain ironic and remember a tradition the irish share with any barley- or rye- growing race in the world. the mountain dew. whatever you call it. Sláinte.