March 4, 2015
One day when I was four or five I was at some sort of party. The party wasn’t to do with me, so I don’t remember what it was about. I was grumpy about something, probably just that I had to leave the commune.
February 23, 2014
When they were building the house, my dad and my uncles fitted the flat part of the stairs, the part you step on, into places measured twice and cut once, and their places clearly marked with the flat carpenter’s pencils I loved to play with once my fine motor control came in.