November’s been quite happening if I do say so myself. Between school and a dramatic Black Friday at work, I feel like I’ve been tethering at the edge of glory. Or madness. And yeah, this analogy is the direct result of a few books I’ve been reading this month. But also because of my general romanticisation of the coming winter. And let me tell you, it’s been cold but not nearly as cold as I want it to be. I want the winds to beat against the floor length windows wrapping three quarters of my apartment. The fog to make it impossible for me to see if the bus approaching…