The Human Prisons: Winter and Addiction

There is something in the light this late in winter that causes you to question how alone you have been in the last few months. It has been cold for sometime. We have seen the snow come down and pile up. The children do not jump to the window when the flakes are dropping. Nothing will move them from their catatonic state in front of the television except perhaps for a flower sprout. No, we are stuck in it; the closest thing humans have to prison; the deep, dark night of winter.

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