if you haven’t read part 1 yet, go read that first. go. The house feels tighter now. Not smaller—closer. Like the walls have leaned in while I wasn’t looking, the wallpaper damp and puckered like healing scar tissue. When I walk through the hallway, my shoulders brush the air on both sides, even though there’s … Continue reading I Keep Waking Up With Dirt Under My Fingernails — Part 2.