Doorstep
“It’s odd who I tell and who I don’t. But for the most part I don’t tell anyone I know. I fantasize about telling strangers everything. I want to tell this Chinese American woman with a son at the supermarket. I want to tell the person who takes my toll at the bridge. I want to drive in search of lifeguards and fireman and tell them. I want to give the information like a baby in a bundle on a doorstep to people who will never know who I am. I can tell them and move on. Drive off and they will never hold it against me. Never try to explain future actions with what happened in the past. I do not want to be judged by this forever.”
—Vendela Vida, And Now You Can Go