Huraian
“He’s alive and the worst thing about that is that it makes me free. I don’t have to keep sitting shiva with Schrodinger’s Dummy in the bed we used to share. He’s alive and nothing is burning down.?There is only myself to reckon with. I chew on the edge of my right hand thumbnail and stare at the places where the wall spackle looks like a laughing toothless woman made of salt.