Quicksand

by Malin Persson Giolito

Shorthaired Gym Friggan, who looked like a freshly polished wooden deck: indistinct gender, a whistle around the neck, and broad, shiny, clean-shaven calves, always surrounded by the odor of gym socks and someone else’s sweat.

I’m smart enough to realize how pointless it is to be smart, how little it means, and that it’s a liability.