Doing the same thing but in different places
It’s a weird time to be a writer because there are vanishingly few places to write.
A version of this originally appeared in my ~newsletter~ .
Every time I move apartments, I take a moment to try to remember my last shower. In the hot, steamy cubicle, trying not to slip and fall into what would become my porcelain coffin, I look around and think “this is your…