I was thinking this morning that old people have electric blankets because they haven't got the strength to open hot water bottles. I haven't got an electric blanket.
Do you own a roll of bubble wrap?
What, in all the world, could I do to earn my living and still live as myself, as I knew myself to be? Temporary masks, I knew, had their place; everyone was wearing them, they were the human rage; but not masks cemented in place until the wearer could not breathe and was eventually suffocated.