The Fall of the American Empire
A knife sawing at my ear wakes me from a shivery huddle on the blow-up mattress in my parents’ second room. Screams. Or maybe machinery. Eventually I sort it out: […]
A knife sawing at my ear wakes me from a shivery huddle on the blow-up mattress in my parents’ second room. Screams. Or maybe machinery. Eventually I sort it out: […]