Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir

by Aspen Matis

I considered the appeal of thru-hiking: the experience of technicolor concentration, the way the woods intensified all life. I cherished the way that, in deprivation—a hundred miles with only peanuts and stale crackers—a watermelon became more than itself, the juicy pink fruit’s sweetness explosive on my parched tongue.

was grateful. I thought, I am with a good man.

The cure for pain is in the pain. —Rumi

Reaching a section of our story that felt uncomfortable—our first intimacy—I unconsciously drifted over to Facebook.

It is good to know that I am not the only one who uses Facebook to dissociate. :)