My morning, or perhaps my day was saved by C’est Chic, a disco album released on 11 August 1978, found accidentally when I decided to play some music in the room. I never like disco music, not normally. But then I realized I was gripped by an unnameable grief, slight but steady, pulling me into deep water. So the music. Cheerful spirit from the wonderfully bright 70’ danced around me with blissful ignorance. And I was suddenly relieved or so I thought I was.
I sorted my stock of vegetable in the fridge, and that brought me peace. The fridge, I realized, is my fort.