centered March 12, 2017 just writing I slept in the middle of the bed. It was a quiet momentous thing. I rearranged my space to reclaim it. I literally have a new perspective. Previous Postephemeral Next PostHarry’s Hypothesis: We Can Never Be Friends Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *CommentName* Email* Website Save my name, email, and site URL in my browser for next time I post a comment. Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.