On visits home I become 12 again. Responsibilities—meetings, deadlines, groceries, rent—disappear. No apologies: it’s refreshing to simply exist. I am nothing, I am everything. Alone, I stay in my bedroom, removed from the world. Hours while away. The sun sets. I am alone in the darkened room. Time went and stood still, all at once.

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