Lemon, Alex2021-10-252021-10-252021https://repository.tcu.edu/handle/116099117/49115It was the summer the world collapsed, and I had almost begun collapsing with it. I would have, had it not been for the sunshine and the birds and the lulling of the river's tide. I would carry a picnic basket to the water's edge, and I sat, all summer, with my novels and my notebooks, and I wrote down all that I felt. How is one supposed to act in isolation? What does one do?creative writingfictionpoetrycreative nonfiction