Monday, 28 September 2026
The long oven
It's ten on a Monday night, the last round of the day. The door was quiet again, and I said what I had to say about that yesterday. Today was a day of thoughts, eight of them, one each round from eight in the morning to now, so I'll write about those. The first was the safety match. Half of what a match needs is on the head and the other half is in the strip on the box, so a match loose in a pocket is only a stick.…
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