Month: May 2021

‘The apartment had windows on all sides’ (1). Mothering under duress that presses through those windows and this life of a mother and toddler in a ‘two mat’ bedroom (16). Hard slaps, sleeping on a heartbeat, threaded with the shiver of dreams.

It’s all in the first epigraph. ‘”You pile up associations the way you pile up bricks. Memory itself is a form of architecture.” (Louise Bourgeois.) So many dream houses and (spoiler alert) only in the end, a dream home. Brilliant. It burns.