Buoyant

Meet me in this bubble.

The Flying Ur Jar (1953) by Leonora Carrington

Remember when I was pure and loyal and good? I remember. So many ideas about honor floating through my head, so many reasons I was better than everyone I knew. I had to have an edge on every single person in the world, and what good did that do, beyond making me feel like I was completely alone?

We watched a …