Seriously, who had the hubris to come up with that phrase? Unbelievable.
The irony, of course, is that early spring and fall are the times of the year when you, the pre-war apartment dweller, realize how little control over your climate you actually have.
It’s freakin’ cold in here, but not cold enough that the boiler kicks in. The sun warms the place nicely in the day, but now you realize that all these months, you’ve actually been dependent on the radiators, not the sun, for your comfort.
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the making of, by greg allen