February 2012
12 posts
No Fear of Flying: Kamikaze Missions in Death,...
… People seem to want to solve me or to bury me, to exalt me or count me out. It’s less easy to just roll with me, to support me, to let me support them. Especially once they realize I have only two speeds—sprinting and broke-down. Many candidates quietly disappear. When I shed them like sandbags from a hot air balloon, I am lighter, leaner. Some of them don’t last more than a conversation....