Bits of the 2004 Championship Pennant flutter sadly in November's long shadows. It gets dark so early. Being a fan today feels like a shocking rudeness — one continually burns with shame but cannot understand why. It's as though our whole intention was suddenly terribly misguided, as though the site we built on really is a swamp, or someone else's property, or both. And, as in a dream, there is no moment after finding out. …
I feel like I have nothing to say today.
It's more like the feelings themselves are resentful toward the idea of their being made public — like they have a humility that makes them cringe at the thought of a witness.
I believe it is at this point that one tends to say, "I feel fine."
Everything today heavily inspired by Wenderoth's Letters to Wendy's entries "November 6, 1996" and "November 20, 1996."