Permagel

by Eva Baltasar

your home life determines what’s normal. And this normalcy shapes you. You grow up sheltered inside its patterns and take on its body, as does your brain,

Knowledge bored into me, as though it thought it might find something of value inside.

twenty-three, it’s too late for everything. Not until our forties do we realize there’s still time. Maybe not for everything, but at least for everything that matters.

God bless IKEA.