Johannah King-Slutzky

Jan 6, 2025 | thebaffler.com | Rodrigo Fresán |J.w. McCormack |Johannah King-Slutzky |Zachariah Webb

It’s like this: like one of those ships that, after dancing the night away with an iceberg to the rhythm of music disarranged by Mr. Stokowski, discovers it’s sinking amid dissonant passages of arctic wind. Sometimes I can even string together a full sentence with true grace, my words offering a discernible choreography, and, for a brief moment, I cease to be the person I am and become the person everyone else wants me to be.