It’s been a while. Sorry, folks. A lot’s happened. First of all, I’m writing this from a new location. The eviction and all. We’re staying with my Mom’s brother. I’m supposed to call him Uncle, but I barely know the guy and that seems like a pretty familiar term. In fact, I didn’t even knowContinue reading “Day Four”
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Day Three
Or maybe I’m not going to Europa. I go down to the river each morning to read. Something about the trees and water sounds relaxes me and I slip into the zone. My favorite thing in the world is that zone, the place where my body is inert and my eyes are scanning a pageContinue reading “Day Three”
Day Two
Yes, I was drunk and texted my ex. Well, pic’d him, I guess. No message…just a cute-as-heck photo of me in the mirror, crooked smile, pale skin, oversized hoodie (Go Ducks!), *ahem* no pants *ahem*. Yes, it was suggestive. (That was (and no longer is) the point.) Yes, I’m embarrassed. Yes, I feel violated. Yes,Continue reading “Day Two”
Day One
Nothing but choices in front of me, and each one can mean my death. Bring too few clothes: freeze to death. Bring the wrong type of clothes: freeze to death. Bring enough for every situation: not enough weight for food. Leave the freeze-dried food behind: starve. Die of starvation: miss out of being part ofContinue reading “Day One”
Sky of Europa 