Tuesday, April 24, 2012
It was in December of 2012 we lost the Prime Minister.
We had lost things before, but they were the usual things: ballpoint pens, socks, helium balloons, finance company billions, valuables from demolition sites, the occasional central business district and – when the hot, dry nor’wester blows – our minds. Losing a national leader was a novelty.
From Werewolf, Issue 30