Ecstatic Inferno

by Autumn Christian

We can remake ourselves. We don’t have to yearn for who we used to be. Nostalgia is a lie, and this can be your home.

I dreamed of a world where every good man was a scaredy crow, and every good girl drank like William Faulkner and bet on the horses at the racetrack.

Normal is a finite and rare phenomenon in this universe, but don’t let the doctors know that.