October 2009

It was a pendulum September, and for thirty days I swung between discomfort and inspiration. This time around, New York was a vat of crackling oil; its energy scalding my ambitions, then renewing my vigor.

Dear October,

How are you my old friend? We have only met twenty six times, but I feel like I have known you much longer. In toast to our rich history I offer the following gifts:

Until next time,

Benjamin Evans
Executive Editor, Fogged Clarity

October 2009

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