The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

March 12 I am sitting on the floorboards of the attic, the wood cold and damp against my trousers, holding a chess piece in my left hand and a pen in my right. The house is humming again. It is a low, thrumming sound that starts in the basement and travels up through the joists, vibrating in my teeth, a domestic anomaly I have learned to ignore because acknowledging it feels like admitting the...

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