The Tsar of Love and Techno

by Anthony Marra

Turning I would to I did is the grammar of growing up. 6

This feeling of rightness, of belonging-to-ness, it wasn’t an idea or a word, but an absence of ideas and words, an airiness where blood and bone had been, right out to her weightless fingers, safely fastened within his in case she floated away.

There are so many paths to contentment if you’re open to self-delusion. To that end, she invented stories, built town rumors into fortresses of truth.