There is a certain kind of madness that comes with immobility and uncertainty. The knowledge that I really need and want to move, to get out, to work – but I can’t, because the license plate on our car is red. I have plenty to do, articles to read and whatnot, but it’s like something’s crawlingContinue reading “hanging on by a tiny little thread (October 29)”
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I call this piece: Lost in a millet field