You are there in a technical sense. You are behind glass.
A woman enters a garden where time has stopped. The light never changes. The fountain at the center runs always. The topiary shapes at the edges of her vision turn, slowly, toward her.
She carries the pages of her life. At the garden’s edge, a channel moves without pausing. It takes everything released into it, permanently, without remainder. She has come to let go of what she is carrying.
She is not yet sure she can.
Some Pages I Will Not Release is a work of literary psychological fiction and autofiction, moving between worlds both real and imagined, between the suspended logic of an interior landscape and the full weight of a life lived in cities, in rooms, in the body. A book about memory, desire, and the long work of becoming someone who can begin again. About what we owe ourselves, and what it costs to find out.
For readers of literary psychological fiction and autofiction.
