home for the holidays - by rayne fisher-quann

an essay (sort of) about grief (sort of)

I am shivering, reading cold northeastern prose and there is a word for what I do but I do it anyway, carefully setting dinner on the table uncooked, before setting the table on fire. — David Berman, Of Things Found Where They Are Not Supposed To Be 1. Nobody takes care of southern Ontario.1 On the drive from my parent’s house to the hospital — a two-hour stretch of deep suburban highway we’ve driven hundreds of times in my life, for hundreds of reasons — this is the only thing I can think about, again and again. Nobody takes care of anything here. In Mark Fisher’s The Weird and the…

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