By Steph Kilen
When I get that feeling a friend calls “free floating angst” – that uneasiness you can’t pin on anything in particular, as if you’ve forgotten something important but don’t know what it is, that anxiety so common in our dreams, a burly thread weaving some sort of self-ridicule through your limbs – it used to be that I’d want to crawl into someone’s arms. But more and more, I just want to be here: Continue reading