Nonfiction | October 31, 2017
Heavy Metal: An Essay on Certainty
I wanted more stability, not more moving, not more questing. I wanted a house on a foundation, a man with a plan, a child. I wanted stillness. I didn’t tell Dan all of this, just that when I’d gone to move, I’d packed one cupboard in the bathroom and then I couldn’t make my hands do any more packing. I literally could not move them.
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