It’s late July, hot even here in the northern part of the state, and you have never felt more alone than you do now, sinking into the gravel-shot sand along the lakeshore. You have come here at the invitation of a friend, Ambroise, whose family has a vacation home in town and has allowed the two of you to stay there. You are an adult now. You believed you were an adult since your first shitty retail gig five years ago; now you think it is only this summer that you are an adult. Moving goalposts. In a surreal and