I'M ON A HEATER

Hence the radio silence

Snapped by me, in Japan

I remember a weekend in Atlantic City. I’m small, sitting in a hotel room, and everything smells cold. I’m nine, maybe ten, and I’d never been in a hotel before and I touch the soaps, run my hands over the faucets of the sink and tub and count the minutes, hours, until my mother and her husband return from the casino. But day fold…