
Illustration by Pascal Girard.
“Earlier today I shat in the dark,” I type to Aubrey on Facebook chat. “I just felt so lonely in there. It was a real eye-opener.”
“I am a visual person,” Aubrey types. “If I can’t see my body, it’s like I am not sure it’s there anymore.”
I tell Aubrey that I was sitting in the bathroom reading a short story about a person paying another person ten dollars to go away. Then I heard one of my roommates walking toward the kitchen and the power went out. I wanted to keep …