…And Always (re)Framing
What I did not expect was the particulars of the heist-movie level prank of which I was now the unwitting instigator.
What I did not expect was the particulars of the heist-movie level prank of which I was now the unwitting instigator.
That was what we really wanted, to crash into each wave, gasping and reaching for each other to prepare for the next one.
I have become painfully aware that ten years training as a dancer and one season of high school cross country did not prepare me for team sports.
The same evils that produced Voldemort and the Death Eaters are not bugs in the magical world—they are systemic features
No wonder my eyes sting when I go outside; the air’s full of tiny demonic scorpions.
Somewhere along the way, I have become a jam-making fiend.
Sin, in other words, might be where the rubber meets the road.
“Gotta make hay,” we’ll say to each other as we stumble out of bed at six a.m. to milk cows.
Rusty antennae form a kind of industrial crown of thorns, and the typeface doesn’t say “beach day” as much as “we interrupt this program to bring you a SEVERE WEATHER ALERT.”
Convulsions—shocking, kill-stand-rattling convulsions—are normal.