Touching Myself (audio Only).m4a -

"The desk is cold. It’s oak, I think. My knuckles are dry from the winter air. I’m touching the scar on my palm from that summer in Maine—it feels like a ridge of smooth wax."

"I'm okay," the voice on the recording said, softer now. "I'm here. I'm solid." touching myself (audio only).m4a

"I’m recording this because I’m starting to forget what I feel like," a voice whispered. It was his own voice, but younger—sharper. "The desk is cold

As the 12-minute file reached its end, the background noise changed. He heard the distant siren of a city he no longer lived in. "The desk is cold. It’s oak