I am sitting on the most private beach in the entire world. I mean it. The small and seemingly insignificant island doesn't technically exist to the public at large. It is erased from registries and online satellite images. I am sitting on this most private of beaches drinking margaritas and bathing in the sun. Day in, day out, this is my...
There's as stillness in the bathroom, a true emptiness as if even the air had been removed. Inside, it feels more like a photograph than a room, and though everything is within reach it seems untouchable, sealed behind the gloss and gelatin. I'm frozen over the sink, eyes transfixed on the mirror, searching its surface for something not...