I've moved past shame, I think. Almost. I'm not writing today

I'm visiting my father in the country. Everyone else is preparing for bed, and I'm relaxing with T.E.D Klein's The Events at Poroth Farm on audio book. It's a cracker, full of footnotes and slowly mounting unease in rural New Jersey.

Oh, and I've shaved my weird hobo-beard down to a nicer ( Read more... )