Welcome to an entirely new vernacular.
Today’s word is ‘tsunami’. It used to stand for a shrill Manic Street Preachers song from some forgettable album. Now it stands for total destruction, for paradise lost, for possibly one hundred thousand souls drowned or battered in a flood that some religious freak will one day associate with the apocalypse. Tsunamis after Christmas, before the close of the year, before people really had time to make a wish, hug their loved ones, and get inebriated in some loud, lonely party. This year, I will pass on traditional New Year’s Eve parties, or dinner parties with friends. I will stay home, drink a glass of wine with Liz, and plan the future. With a vengeance.
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