Why I Went off to Finish a Memoir

It’s Been A Long Time. I Most Definitely Should Have Left You

I just wrote a book. That’s where I went. That’s why I haven’t posted here. For the length of 100,000 written words — anywhere between 60,000 and 70,000 of which will be published — I dragged myself through a parade of my own memories like a corpse in a white coffin being pulled through the streets in a horse-drawn carriage. I have learned to live in memory, to let the past walk with me in the weary way that ghosts walk alongside those who are touched. There are memories…