It’s amazing how delicious the self-torment is, after a night when you crossed lines that should never have been crossed. Regret or shame don’t enter into it. Instead one curls up on the sofa with a glass of plum wine and savors her wounds. It’s sinfully delicious to be sore; to know that you went [...]

The following was taken from notes I made after having a particularly confusing dream. A ship at sea. Freighter. Old and rusty. Seas were rough. Storm. Ship tossing and heaving. Dozens of people in the hold of the ship. Asians from many different countries. They’d all paid for passage to America, and found themselves in [...]