Fri. Nov 22nd, 2024

Machinery*

2001 The sights and smells, never welcome, quickly become recurring, then established. Once you’ve patrolled the hallways of a recovery ward, or helped your mother to and from the bathroom…

Machinery*

2000 The hardcore chemotherapy commenced just as the sweltering summer of 2000 settled into its sustained, apathetic groove. Our family took turns getting my mother to her appointments, and while…