{"id":1831,"date":"2015-02-22T18:37:55","date_gmt":"2015-02-22T08:37:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/?p=1831"},"modified":"2015-02-22T18:37:55","modified_gmt":"2015-02-22T08:37:55","slug":"fifty-two-the-craft-of-loneliness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/?p=1831","title":{"rendered":"fifty-two (the craft of loneliness)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-1850\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/lit.jpg?resize=300%2C300\" alt=\"lit\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/lit.jpg?resize=300%2C300 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/lit.jpg?resize=150%2C150 150w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.perilousadventures.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/lit.jpg?w=500 500w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/>Some afternoons I would sit on the back deck and do nothing for so long that the light would fall out of the world.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">There is a moment, unfixable, between day and night, when you still believe you can see the\u00a0wrens darting about. But then the light is truly gone, and you aren&#8217;t sure whether that last thing you saw, moving quickly\u00a0towards you, was\u00a0a bird or a knife.<\/p>\n<p>Some afternoons I would wait\u00a0for night to fall.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">Some things you know all your life. Or seem to, even if you&#8217;ve never experienced\u00a0them. The taste of home (boiled eggs, soft in the belly; warm toast; potatoes mashed with a spoonful of butter). The smell of cleanliness. The weight of a bird; the feel of it resting in your pocket.<\/p>\n<p>Some afternoons I would wait to fall.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">The bird in your pocket has a heart that beats so fast that it thrums. If you put the tip of your finger against its breast, you might\u00a0know what it&#8217;s like to be truly afraid.<\/p>\n<p>Some afternoons, I waited. I fell.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">You sit in the dark, waiting to hear someone who loves you strike a match. To smell the spit of sulphur.\u00a0To smell the beloved\u00a0forest, burning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Some afternoons I would sit on the back deck and do nothing for so long that the light would fall out of the world. There is a moment, unfixable, between day and night, when you still believe you can see the\u00a0wrens darting about. 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