And Feeling Clever, I've Always

I Believe The Novella Is The Perfect Form Of Prose Fiction.

Oblivion Seemed The Only Reasonable Option.

Twenty Years Ago I Might Have Hired A Professional Listener, But Somewhere Along The Way I Had Lost Faith In The Talking Cure. A Genteel Fraud In My View.

I'm Going Mad, I Told Myself. Let Me Not Be Mad.

The Cost Of Oblivious Daydreaming Was Always This Moment Of Return, The Realignment With What Had Been Before And Now Seemed A Little Worse.