On continually renegotiating your identity

Writing on Reading Supply.

I am in heaven. Legs dangling off a gondola, pine trees swaying gently in the breeze, bikers in colorful spandex careening down the narrow trails that crisscross on the mountain beneath us. Sweat is beading on my forehead: it turns out that being in heaven makes me feel nauseous and vaguely ill at ease. I keep calculating the distance between my legs and the ground, wondering if I would die or merely break several bones in my body if I were to, say, fall off the gondola during a sudden earthquake. I have always hated heights. I'm jealous of people who are naturally inclined towards…

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