This vagrant collection wanders through pain, love, grief, queerness, anger, identity, memory, desire, absurdity, overthinking, and the strange business of being a person at all. It is not unequivocal about any of it. Some of it is serious. Some of it is not. The distinction is occasionally unreliable. The reader is too. Meaning. You. And so is the act of reading. You have been in this book since it noticed you. It noticed you the moment you noticed it.
