Time binds us, time flattens us out, time makes us familiar. These are not, almost to a one, people I want to spend time with, yet together we do time. So much whispering, so much snoring, so many people breathing-I might as well be sleeping with all of them. In my nun’s narrow bed at night, I hear covers rustling. I behave beautifully so that I have paper, pens, and occasional access to a computer. I tolerate humanity’s crush in order to be allowed to write. Moreover, you aren’t allowed pens or pencils or sometimes even books in solitary. All around you, all the time, every day, there are people, unless you’re in solitary, which I might enjoy if I knew I could leave when I wanted, which you cannot. She splits her time between New York and Stockholm, and Sweden, and can be found on twitter A Certain Hunger is her first novel. She was a columnist for the now defunct ADULT magazine, and her work has appeared in VICE, The Guardian, and Hazlitt, among others. Summers is a freelance writer whose work focuses on sex, politics, tech, fashion and culture. Summers's latest novel, A Certain Hunger, a satire of early foodieism. The following is excerpted from Chelsea G.
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