Articles by Ashley Linttell
December 11, 2017
"British Columbia is nothing but trees. At least to anyone with half a heart, the freeway disappears and the car sounds fall away like other people’s conversations in a Vancouver coffee shop while you’re having your heart broken. But I don’t know that yet, and anyway the mountains broke my heart first, and harder."
Nowadays, I understand a little better the anxiety of half-paid mortgages that afflicted the adults as they tried distantly to make out which familiar streets the fire had crossed and which neighborhoods it had spared In the end the fire didn’t consume our house, just kissed its forehead, but the smell of it spoke from the walls forever afterwards I don’t like being reminded of things, especially not in public; I worry they can see it written on my forehead