Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist

I Can Remember Fogs Like The One In Bleak House

There was icy slush on the windscreen this morning. It had no substance and the wipers shifted it. The temperature stood at one degree centigrade. Also there was mist. "Just like the good old days," I said. "No," said Ailz. "In the good old days it would have been black." Am I nostalgic for the industrial pollution of my youth? Yes, I suppose I am- just a bit.

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