“How is Carl Jung going?” Nate asks me. We’re on our weekly hike in the redwoods, and I’ve spend most of the last two days buried in Julian’s books. Currently
I meet Julian the next morning. He again picks me up at the bottom door. Turns out that the doorbell isn’t currently working. He walks me upstairs. My stomach is made out
Mara Morgan is beautiful. Some of it is physical beauty. Her hair is long and wavy, a perfect shade of natural red. Her body is tall and slender, her face expressive. Some of
Grandma is in a lot of pain. You can tell from the way she is holding herself. Her elbows are subtly shaking, pressed into her tiny porcelain body. She is sitting in her
In The Car
My dad is driving. My dad always drives when we’re in Germany. Outside my window cars are whooshing by at great speed. My dad loves driving on the Autobahn.