It is cold in the bathroom, cold in the entire house. I do not raise the heat these days. I like it cold. There is an unseen layer of blue draped like curtains, like drop cloth, like hospital sheets, draped over everything. The bath mat is blue. The towel is blue. My skin is not […]

I have three thousand, six-hundred and thirty-two ideas for what to write about, and currently none of them are stirring me from my comfortable bed of lethargy. Some of these are things that relate to me: the boy with the wild hair named Christian who I once thought I would marry; being snowed-in with Laura […]