Central Places has been out for a month, and life is slowly turning back to normal, which is both a bummer in that childhood day-after-your-birthday kind of way, but also a total relief because boy, I was really getting elaborate with some dark dread fantasies of getting hit by a truck/coming down with COVID/imploding on a subway seat before I got to see pub day with mine own eyes. But we did it! It feels like I got away with something, and now I’m laying low to make sure no one catches on before I turn 30 next week. Sometimes I think milestones are kind of like those gargantuan cumulonimbus clouds, where they look like scary shit rolling in from a mile away, but then when you’re in it, it’s just misty wisp everywhere, and you can’t see that well??