The Golden Greenhouse
March 12, 1994 I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth and the distinct, physical sensation of being watched. It is a specific kind of insomnia, the kind that does not come from stress but from a violation of the boundary between the self and the room. I am thirty-two years old, an actuary for Meridian Insurance, and I have spent the last six months trying to quantify risk for a company...
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