I went to the guest room and pretended to write. I hit the space bar again and again and again. My life story was spaces.

“I watched the sheets breathe when she breathed, like how Dad used to say that t…”

“...that's the business model. How quickly can they be made to grow, how tightly…”

“Instead of singing in the shower, I would write out the lyrics of my favourite …”

“[...]It is as if after surviving so much, there was no longer reason to survive.”