I realize that maybe a parent covertly moving to another town is not the craziest thing ever, but there is a lot crazy around how I found out about it. It’s really the circumstances around it that make it crazy. Somehow, over the past several years, a sort of haze has formed around very normal activities in my family, like holidays and various life events and dinners and birthdays. It looks normal, but there is this luminous penumbra of crazy around all of it.
All else aside, coming up with concept of a luminous penumbra of crazy is totally worth all the ridiculousness. I don’t know. I’m angsty, it kind of feels like some big shit is about to happen somewhere. I hope it’s big good shit. Rrrrr.
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