Terrifying Truth Number 3
Terrifying Truth I live in a yurt. Not many people do. If you've never been inside one, there is something important to know: there are no corners. My bathroom is round. No corners. My bedroom is round. No corners. I have no closets because I could never build one without creating a corner. The walls of my yurt curve like waves on an ocean, flowing continuously around me. Nothing interrupts their movement. No sharp edges. No angles. No corners. I live alone. I work alone. I work in my yurt. I have a garden where I grow fruits and vegetables. It, too, is round. No corners. I do not drive. There are too many corners where streets meet, too many sharp angles in the world. When I go into town, I walk with an almost unconscious avoidance of corners. I stay away from the edges of buildings and where walls meet. I weave left and right, always moving in a curved stride. There is a method to my movement. There is a reason. He grabbed me and twisted my arm. “Yo...