Some people make overtures and apologies with flowers.
Some with cards.
My family take people out to dinner.
If only the location of consumption altered perspective.
Denial beats the colour of blood,
Of silk and of sand.
It is the black on white accursed cursor flashes of a computer mouse, the seedy varnishing taste of panic and the neon taint of unread emails.
Beverages rule our lives, directing the banality.
Would you like something to drink?’
… No wonder ‘alcohol' is often the answer …