Until, after an afternoon of rearranging stuff in our storage space and inventorying the handful of pieces we have left, the train ride back home suddenly goes south.
Muscles begin to cramp, chills, heat behind my eyes, a stabbing headache, and a marked lack of oxygen in the 2 train to Grand Army Plaza all hit at once, and I wonder, for a brief second, if I'm going to die like a small sparrow, shivering in the cold.
I shrink down into my jacket, breathing shallowly, and, as Katie pats me on the shoulder and says, "You're doing really well," I close my eyes.
One year ago: 5:30 PM
Two years ago: Have They Seen Me Naked?
Three years ago: All One Moment
Four years ago: Never Going Back Again
Six years ago: Shopping With The Visigoths
Seven years ago: You Ever Get The Feeling You've Been Cheated?
Ten years ago: On Why I Am Well Suited For An Artistic Life
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