Nov 2 · 3 min read
Fading Out

It’s (was) that time of year. And having made the revolution around the sun back to “this” time of year again, I’ve only started to realize that this time may as well be any time. That might sound vague and blasphemous since this time of year has reached a near religious gravity where I’m from. And to spare the reader anymore pronouns and ambiguity, this time is Pumpkinfest.

