My Sister Took My Passport Before My Scholarship Interview and My Parents Said It Wasn’t Meant for Me Until I Proved Them Wrong

cities do, which is to continue regardless, generating its noise and its weather and its accumulation of ordinary human activity, and I was in it, which was where I had been working toward being for as long as I had known what working toward something actually meant.

I thought about the lockbox, bent and empty on my bedroom floor. I thought about the continue reading …