"Subtle, artful, and piercing." —Kirkus Reviews
How did I come to the point of romanticizing a home I could not even identify?
“It was that closeness that led me to notice the gaps that separated us.”
The day after the election, the last threads of attachment I felt to home frayed and finally broke.
“Do I really love the desert, or was that just a cute phase I went through?”
“None of the things we thought were ours actually belonged to us.”
“I’ve left the city behind, that rabid, morbid, obsequious other obsession.”
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