For a short period of time in my teenage years, my mind blocked out memories made within a nine-to-12-month period. I was unable to recall a hospitalization, a car crash, or what author John Green calls “the night feeling” in his collection The Anthropocene Reviewed — an overwhelming sense of dread that flooded my mind and body until I awoke the next morning.
An Afternoon Can Last Forever
Today I cannot leave the couch, gaze fixated on
a screen. Weigh this illness against that one, take
another test. A brain...
On a Middle-Aged Birthday
The worlds beginto thin now.So much that Iam not disturbedwhen I spill intoa life I leftlong ago. I buycheap coffeefor home,...