At first my world consisted of sunlight and lake water and swingsets and brownies that came in a little plastic package. Before then, even, my world was tarot cards with my Aunt Kathy and pretend psychic abilities and barbeques at my mother’s best friend’s house out in the boonies of western Massachusetts. It was innocent cheek-kisses and singing in chorus and pleasing my teachers with...
I had been walking in thin pants that seemed conditioned to slide down my waist at inopportune times in such a way that I had to regularly pull them up, ignoring the cars whisking by down the road. There were lots of places I hadn’t been even though I had been there. When you’re constantly lost in daydream and reverie, you begin to forget where you are, or at the very least you stop...