December 2011
49 posts
You are going away. It’s going to be a while until you knock once more. You are well aware of this, but you still go, leaving the television on for your mother to discover, channel 5, and a brief explanation written on a napkin in a turquoise dull pencil crayon. This ‘away’ is crossing over stones in a valley, skinning knees up the backside of a mountain, crawling through a narrow passage to...