not obeying clocks anymore. have shifted to a more intimate form of timekeeping measured by friends’ physical presence, the timbre of a beloved’s voice and my own shifting cycles of despondency.
“I’d blast my music and pretend to be somewhere else — in the woods, at the sea, wherever I could be free. My room was my heaven.”— Lisa Marie Basile, from “Survival & Truth: How Toris Amos’ Under The Pink Changed My Life,”
