04/06/2026
There’s a space between “well” and “not well” that doesn’t have a map.
No language for it. No pace that quite fits.
This piece is about that in-between—about carrying a body that almost keeps up, almost belongs, almost lets you forget… until it doesn’t.
The desert didn’t ask me to be better.
It only asked me to be honest.
“No Country for the Almost Well—Only Desert” is up now.
Link in bio.