It was 2020, and a homeless man and I were all alone. He looked at me with suspicion. Then he slowly moved into the belly of the subway car. I took out my portal tape recorder from my purse and spoke into its mic. To this day, I can still feel the relief flooding into my body as I told my story into it. I experienced relief from what my eyes were seeing. Relief from my body’s heightened sensory overload of danger. A healing relief obtained from entering into a story of my choosing.
In another time, in another world….










