A Case for the January Blues

Albrecht Durer, Meloncholia (1514) Picture Credit: British Museum

Where I live, all the houses are sandy yellow. And in this winter mist and rain it’s as if the streets are made of sodden cardboard. As if this whole and delicate city could at any instant be folded up inside the pages of a book.

January is for the meek. It is a month the feeling of brittle yellowed paper. It is a month where any wrong-footed step will crumble the whole thing into dust. This book seems almost…