seeingpossiblefuturesinthepast

And maybe one winter it will get too cold and I__l forget about the summers we once shared. My family portrait mightfold in too, producing the same horrific effect as Jeremy__: that I, all along, had another sibling who eclipsed and became me__ prosperous sibling, an imposturous sibling, who outgrew a sense of time and place in which the three of us were everything to one another. Then only my blood in the sea could unfold and lead me back out of the origami.