...tion the survivor child built around himself. I came here this winter to become alive again. That was not to be. A shoulder injury kept me off the ski hills. It’s so easy to come alive there. But in the valley, a cabin all to myself, I withdrew further inside the shell. I heal in here. More slowly than when I’m alive in the world, but I do heal. In here, this time, I realized it’s a shell. I learned to be grateful for it, for keeping me alive long...