When I was two years old, a Siamese cat clawed my grandfather’s obese calf. The wound grew septic in lack of care.
Read more →For a while I considered the possibility of divine judgement. It's how I cope. I've looked for evidence of a Divinely Just Prison, buried in the hot, heaving earth, into which we can force all the people who insist there is "nothing to be done" to make life less painful.
Read more →I'm getting shuttled a lot. More of a passenger these days. It's one of those in-between months.
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