• Contemporaneous: A Living Novel

    Contemporaneous: Chapters 27 – 28

    27. We clean up, then lay in bed, Lana cuddling into me, her hand stroking my chest, and it does feel nice to have this connection. I hold onto that. This is what people want: this bonding. And maybe it’s a foundation to build on, which I’ve too often disregarded in recent year. But I query if this just another rationalization. After a while, you lose track of what’s rationalizing and what’s actual logic. It’s funny now that I think about that when I was given the option of the doors, I didn’t even think about it. I just decided to come back because that seemed the most hopeful decision.…

  • Contemporaneous: A Living Novel

    Contemporaneous: Chapters 25 – 26

    25. Every aspect of my life seeps back in: the weight of my body; the tiredness in my eyes and my muscles; the imbalance in my mind, thoughts too quick; the way the nerve damage has scrunched up my right foot, and the break welded the ankle until it’s almost fused; and then the dissonance, of feeling I’m not fitting, and unsure what comes next. But that’s different, like feeling the onset of a bug, feeling it gradually worsen, feeling it become incapacitating, but that now happens so quickly, almost instantaneously, and only in feeling it come on do I know how far removed I am from whatever I shouldn’t…