Contemporaneous: Chapter 59
59. A woman sits behind a table just inside the door – she’s maybe fifty, with curly silver hair, pink horn-rimmed glasses, and wearing this mauve cardigan that weighs down her shoulders until they’re sagging. I want to say she…
Contemporaneous: Chapter 58
58. I wake to bleary sunlight, a clogged head, and a dry mouth. And, for several moments, I’m just nothing – an empty body, a blank memory, an unformed mind. I used to experience these instances – as well as…