The Distant Joke
March 12, 2024 The silk is screaming under my fingers, a sound I can only hear in the high-pitched tension of my own nervous system, as if the fiber is stretching to its absolute limit before snapping. I have been working on this single, irreplaceable piece of fabric for three years, ever since Elena died in that car accident on the I-95, and the debt we inherited from her studio has finally...
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