by Christos Polydorou
They call it that because it is the most depressing day of the year. But we as writers know sadness well. One might even go so far as to say as we redefine it, push its envelope against the darkness, or do I mean light, recreate it anew, and not in the way Marcel Duchamp “recreated” the Mona Lisa, no; he just defaced it. It was not disrespect, it was playfulness, you might say, and I might even agree with you. I would add to this day’s addendum that it was a lot of colours, not just blue. For example, I curried lentils in turmeric and created a vegan dish that made me feel nearly sprightly. Unless someone is breaking my heart I am generally the happiest puppy of the litter.