numbers didn’t work.
They had never worked, and they were never going to work in any way that could be called comfortable.
But there is a kind of poor that is survivable, and Walter understood how to inhabit it.
You eat the cheap cuts.
You wear the clothes until they’re threads.
You don’t replace anything until it is completely irreparably broken.
You walk when you can and take the bus when you can’t and you remind yourself constantly of what you have rather than what you don’t.
What Walter had
