The Unexciting Sort of Danger.

I’m drinking red wine from a bottle that has been open for more than a week, it tastes a little off. I should probably stop drinking it. Also, my wine glass is coated with a very fine film of dry dishwasher soap. So really nothing that I’m doing right now is a good idea.

Oh well, at least this lamp full of whale oil that is perched precariously at the edge of the table is casting a nice glow on all the kerosene-soaked rags I like to keep by the kitchen stove.

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