I’ve been going on night walks after dinner — pitch dark, deadening quiet, roadways like margins that run the whole page. We walk in the middle of the street. There aren’t many cars in the suburbs. I walked in the middle of the street in Berkeley and Oakland, but then I ran. But now I walk — suspended animation like stars in midair, frozen. Frozen. Solid. Then bare.
The first time I’ve stepped outside in weeks. I may as well have absorbed into the wallpaper. But now I absorb into deadening quiet, run my hands along stalled air. My dad says that he went walking alone the other night and swore he saw a ghost — until he realized it was a person, probably, sitting alone on the curb in shadow, phoneless, staring. …

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