The boxing world that Iggy has built for herself hangs in the room in Reno, above the bout, like a large circular discus. On top of Iggy’s world is Izzy’s, and on top of that, at the far reaches of the ceiling, are the worlds constructed by the other girl boxers. They pile up, one world after the other, like a stack of thin, scratched CDs. If you stand in the middle of the ring you can send your mind up through the hole of the worlds built by the other girl boxers. You can travel through the layers of different imagined futures, and the different ways each girl has of being.
