In Praise of Mud
BY LIZ SMITH Let me be frank, Townies. I was one of you. For decades, I inhabited a world of comforting, soulless predictability. My existence was a symphony of beige: beige flats, beige meals from chain stores, beige conversations about the latest streaming service. My most significant interaction with nature was bravely rescuing a spider from the bath with a wine glass and a stiff … Continue reading In Praise of Mud

