This post was written by guest blogger Stephany Aulenback.
We face the light because we have to. Darkness is always at our backs. This is one of the first principles of travel from birth onwardâ€“the dark of the womb behind us, the screeching light of the delivery room in front of us toward which we are pushed and pulledâ€“to death, whose bright light, some people say, draws us inside it. As I grow older, I can feel the pull of that particular light.
Also there: Jim Shepard’s moving Glut Your Soul on My Accursed Ugliness.