I Keep My Exoskeletons to Myself

by Marisa Crane

Q: What do you know about distance? A: I know that I feel it everywhere.

I never feel like I know how to live in the world. Only on top of it, hanging on as it spins madly.

Everyday decisions immobilize me—what to eat for dinner, which order to run the errands in, what to watch on TV. How could anyone expect me to make the big ones, the life-altering ones?

“Remembering is a courageous act.”