the child’s mother wails. “But he’s here, right in front of you,” the therapist insists, pointing at a plastic comb, a pile of muddy clothes, some underwear, eyeglasses. “But this isn’t the same, those glasses aren’t even his.” The child opens the office door, squishing his way across the high-pile carpet as if atop a […]

The child asks his mother from where they are coming and she says, “Please, just look ahead.” →

“Do you feel focused?” “No.” “Do I feel external?” “…” →

“What good is time to a text?” she tried to ask the critic. “To a check?” “No, well, also yes. To a text, I said. It’s not that I don’t believe you, trust me, I’m slightly dyslexic, it takes me a while to read, but I’m not convinced that this whole ‘sentential temporality’ thing is […]

“I dunno, recalling the qualities of a thing isn’t the same as sensing it?” she upspeaks uncertainly back. “Sure, true, but with your son, well, normally it’s the perceived that makes perception but—” The child again closes his eyes and smooshes shut his ears and he can’t feel his skin, almost can’t hear the grownups, […]

keeps the child’s attention as the adults debate around him. He brings his eyes into focus where the carpet meets the wall, and then returns to its center, aware of its existence by virtue of finding where it doesn’t exist. He closes his eyes and gray surrounds him, annihilating the distance between him and his […]