Thursday, July 12, 2012
“We’re all in our places, with bright shiny faces”—Not
Summer’s tough for me. I’m not the most sociable person in the world, but I rely on the security of knowing that my friends are near and that I can get to them if I need to. When members of my circle scatter, I feel wobbly, as if the center—that would be me—cannot hold. I need them in their places.