A man sits in a well-lit bar at noon on a weekday. On his face is an ironic smile and his candor is generally jovial. The very rudimentary makeup of the situation, however, implies some degradation on the part of his morale. Emanating from his eyes is a faint light, a faint glimmer of hope, … Continue reading “The Plot on Losing”
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