Monday, December 22, 2008

The shortest days

End of December, the shortest days; sundown, 3:55. The heating is broken. All summer I danced on the hillside; then the frost came in November. I miss the bonfires and the personal rituals. In August my madness was charming--things happened--flirtatious girls, moonlit howls, echolocation at night. Once, walking home under the influence of drugs, I was almost hit by a car; it was fun, euphoric. I was full of swagger, hunger, emptiness, and stars. Now my housemaid drives me mad and it's -16.

Freya is from Sweden and looks like a dying elf. She'd be interesting if she were in a movie, but instead, she's here, with me, out of context in a world driven by bargains and base aspirations. People tell me she's ugly. I told her she could bring her laptop, but she's hogging all my bandwidth and has a disgusting cough.

I blame Sebastian Horsley, who also has a maid named Freya; he claims that she's a tiger in the sack. I sleep with my Freya for the echoes and drink vodka before seeing her. Sebastian is a cad and a bad influence. I should fire Freya tomorrow.

But she is elf-like and strange... Better than that hot and monotonous American girl. Dear Hillside, I'm suffocating and lonely--you know how I feel, you, all covered in snow. Call it cabin fever... I'll be happier when it's warm because I'll go dancing in your woods.


Kathy said...

Dear Nigel; New Year's Eve is my birthday and it's been one hell of a year. I'll be glad to see it sally forth and hopefully, morph into something spectacular. I am making some resolutions for the coming year and was debating on whether or not I should include you in them. Nevertheless, because I don't imbibe, I'll spend another sober, boring New Year's Eve in a semi-worthwhile tete a tete with my son and try to finish William Empson's "7 Types of Ambiguity" in an attempt to improve my prose. Perhaps the book will help me improve myself, who knows? I assume you'll be enjoying the New Year's Eve festivities with cold drink and hot women so, I shall wish thee well. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily.....Happy New Year.

Nigel Tewksbury said...

My Dearest, I would love to be included in your resolutions, though I am curious what you are resolving to do with me--hopefully it is wild (you may message me privately with the details). You are mistaken--in fact I have no plans for New Year's but smoking hashish alone and listening to my favourite albums alone and reading my favourite books alone. Still I am looking forward to it as I have big plans for 2009. Happy New Year to you my darling.