Autofiction on longing, belonging, and the interior life no one else can enter.
A quietly devastating journey through faith, failure, and the search for a self that refuses to be found.
At thirteen, Lionel knelt on a stone floor in a Cape Town church and felt something he would spend the next thirty years trying to find again. This is the story of that search.
From the US to France, Switzerland to England, he moves through relationships and cities carrying a longing he can describe but not resolve—a theology degree he didn't want, a carpentry apprenticeship that teaches him more than the pulpit ever could, and a succession of women who see him clearly enough to leave him.
Precisely observed and deeply resonant, The Moon We Cannot Share is an autofiction novella about spiritual longing, the weight of other people's clarity, and what it costs to become yourself. It asks whether the life we keep searching for was ever something we lost—or something we were always moving toward.
