Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

The default notices in my name. The cold way he’d said I’d be fine in prison.

The sympathy evaporated.

When the truck pulled away, I waited two hours, then walked up and slid my new keys into the front door.

The air smelled different. Less like perfume, more like dust. Faint rectangles on walls where paintings had hung. Lighter patches of carpet.

I walked continue reading …