Monday. It’s 5 am, pitch black out here in the wilderness. Stars splash across the sky, and the river whispers in the dark. The scent of lilies floods the bungalow; it’s out of place, but I can’t bring myself to discard the flowers. I can’t even look at them. I’m sitting at my desk. Usually at this hour I write in my notebook, but today I’m at the laptop. A blank page st... Read more