You remember your first love and things like that?

(from The Secret Society of Demolition Writers)

A short one, all in second person. It’s mostly a wandering exploration of one person’s love life and career, in fits and starts and ruminations. I bet if there’s one story in this collection that gives away too much about its author, this is it. It just feels autobiographical. Of course, this could be the work of a writer meaning to give that vibe. If I knew anything about the private lives of any of the authors in this collection, I might be able to make an educated guess as to his/her identity.

I read this in Nethers, where the wind whooshes through the bamboo, an owl hunts in the distance and a guy name Stan picks up a snake to make sure he doesn’t close the door on it.