While we conducted close readings of “The Wanderer” and “The Seafarer,” a real-life storm raged its way across town outside. It seemed that night had fallen in the middle of the afternoon, and the rain ricocheted against the window panes as thunder threatened to make the ground tremble. As the skies surrendered their burdens toContinue reading “Day 6 – Dissociation”
It’s neither here nor there. It’s here, but it’s there. I look back and I look ahead with longing. I look down at my feet and wonder how far they’ll wander before they land at their next temporary destination. Home isn’t here. Yet.