“You panic and you rage, then this calm settles over you, and you remake yourself.”

“You panic and you rage, then this calm settles over you, and you remake yourself.”

“You panic and you rage, then this calm settles over you, and you remake yourself.”

“...and on some nights in bed, in that moment before sleep erased the day, I would picture the way the sky in Lapland looked the morning I left, how the train had sped south beneath a sky that was brighter than it had been in weeks. It had pulsed with reds and oranges, as though hiding a beating heart.”