theatre of cruelty viii | sermon in the dirt v: a cathedral
#alwaysbepluggin, why I actually want you to buy from a bookstore, and the sermon starts to party with Spinoza
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Nowish begins the time where I will become very annoying about the fact that I have a book coming out this fall! NOTHING WILL BE DIFFERENT is a coming-of-age romp about an explosive period of re-assessment I went through while I was having a series of breast lumps tested for cancer at the end of the summer that I was twenty-seven.
I had a kind of tragic childhood. My mother died of breast cancer when I was very young, my brother died of a heroin and crystal meth overdose five years later. I moved to the East Coast from rural Ontario at seventeen, a move a resisted very hard. While my youth, up until the moment of my departure, was not what I would call sheltered—my father is a touring musician, and my sister and I spent much of our time following him around the planet—it was boxed in by grief, fear, and the physical limitations of being a kid with no driver’s license while I lived in deep rural Ontario. Halifax was different. I was hungry to start over.