He never built the house he planned to build, all those years ago. The rafters are only raised in dreams, the cellar will never be dredged. Why can’t I root out the carapace of others, mine under their small stories? I see nothing when I look into the earth. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A narrative of trauma and normality, “Normally he” is an art piece by Laurien Ash.
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