This is something I have wanted to say something about, because it’s such a paradoxical statement. Which is interesting. I think it gets at some fun subtly confusing things. Let’s go
Julian touches my forehead. His fingers are long, and cold, drawing me into the coldness. I can feel my body on the table. My bones. Like I have become a skeleton, suspended by
Chapter 1: A Meeting Of StrangersIt’s a Thursday afternoon when the woman walks into Mara’s class. She looks ordinary, medium build, medium height, dark brown hair tied up in a pony
It is evening and the sun is beginning to set when my mom drops me off at my house. I feel exhausted, almost dizzy, a dense, foreboding pressure, centered at my forehead. Must
My dad is driving. We’re going to see grandma, who has released herself from the hospital yesterday and is now home in her apartment in San Francisco. Outside the window cars are