My Security Guard Called At 5 A.M. To Say My Daughter In Law Claimed She Owned My Apartment

and begin processing as texture, as background, as the hum beneath everything else. There are birds starting their morning conversations. There is wind, sometimes, moving through the sea grass along the dune. It is a full and present silence, the silence of something alive rather than absent, and for a long time it was the thing I came here specifically continue reading …