The comparativist

Mummy Coates is feeling quite different: her ancester’s portraits still look indifferent, but there’s something new in her jewels of old: the still quiver of an emerging cold. Nan Maureen is feeling a bit chilly; in her portraits smile Jack, Bill and Lillie but beyond them, in her window creeping, a white frost spreads its fractal breathing. Tape down the windows with temperate thoughts: it shall be cosy inside the casket don’t waste an ember for biting remorse and bring good ol’ nan another blanket; some day it’ll be sunny in the cold Arctic, but there’s no thawing for the cold-hearted. Image by StableFlowUI