I live in the world rather as a spectator of mankind than as one of the species.
–Joseph Addison, essayist and poet (1672-1719)
I AM A VOYEUSE. I have been a watcher since I was five and my mother went mad in our kitchen.
Her terrible wordless singing carried into the bedroom. I turned the pages of a coloring book slowly, my eyes tethered to a bunny, a white house, a parrot in a tree. As long as I kept watching, I didn’t have to look up to see what might come through the bedroom door.