“… I invented this thing “spiraliminality” to describe the sensation of thoughts circling a cracked basin, and then not thoughts, but fears, hard fears, that I will slip into the fissure.

That’s where the screaming echoes, the water gets in. It’s the crack I did not dare step on as a child, and sometimes, even when I walk like I run the sidewalk, now. Here—both alone and not alone, instead of trying to figure out which—I’m climbing back up. Each step feels like it connects with new ground again. Each word begets another word.”

– Sarah Nicole Prickett

“How to make love in America" 

http://www.randomhouse.ca/hazlitt/feature/how-make-love-america