I Supported My Son For Years Then They Tried To Question My Stability – The Archivist

understood it at the time of purchase, that my life had arrived at a point of belonging to me in a way it hadn’t always.

My keys in someone else’s pocket. The image ran on a loop the way the mind runs things that it is trying to process, repetitive not from stupidity but from the genuine work of absorption.

Somewhere over the Atlantic I moved out of continue reading …