Perhaps there was comfort in the constriction, a perverse safety in the pressure. Perhaps the door served as a weighted blanket – protection from failure, from fear.
"These spaces – essentially space you buy access to (with cash) or win access to (with a scholarship) – are conditional, and thus precarious, and thus laced with uncertainty, insecurity, as temporal (and temporary) as a heavy desert shower."
"I’m tired of being tired. I want to write from abundance. From silliness. For good cheer. From Sunday coffees and hot showers and messy hair and a piece of flaxseed in your tooth that you worry and worry and then finally push free."