Last night we burned all the Christmas wreaths. Basking in the sudden heat and light of the crackling greenery made it feel like the year had finally started at last, the January malaise burning away and giving shape to something new. These last hours of the old lunar year seem like the right time to share this tapestry of writing from 2022, a mix of quotidian and fantastical phone notes that I compiled and fleshed out over the past few weeks, though there are about 1,000 words per month so read at your own risk. Wishing you a warm and glowing 2023.
lucas wetzel 