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Content Warnings: suicide, suicidal ideation, self-harm I don’t know if, in the beginning, it was that they promised me anything, or if I imagined they promised me something. At the...
My Suicides
Content Warnings: suicide, suicidal ideation, self-harm I don’t know if, in the beginning, it was that they promised me anything, or if I imagined they promised me something. At the...
“That’s the thing, baby, life’s full of conundrums,” is the way Ada decided to say she was leaving forever right after she told me she loved me. She broke my...
Ada the Last Daughter: On Blackhole Cosmology and Computation
“That’s the thing, baby, life’s full of conundrums,” is the way Ada decided to say she was leaving forever right after she told me she loved me. She broke my...
Throughout millennia, I have consumed many words. I devoured the mammoths’ savory nouns, grazed upon the smoky verbs of mycelium. One word I remember with particular clarity is chi-chiq’i, which...
In Your Diminishing Tongue
Throughout millennia, I have consumed many words. I devoured the mammoths’ savory nouns, grazed upon the smoky verbs of mycelium. One word I remember with particular clarity is chi-chiq’i, which...
I slipped the piece of reflective glass into my upper arm, right under the skin. It came from your grandmother’s antique dresser. I’d joked about burning the dark mahogany monstrosity....
Glass
I slipped the piece of reflective glass into my upper arm, right under the skin. It came from your grandmother’s antique dresser. I’d joked about burning the dark mahogany monstrosity....
My mother tended to the springs of conception and abortion for a thousand years. Then she passed them to me. Some said that between the bookstore and the steel factory...
The Bathhouse for Long Life
My mother tended to the springs of conception and abortion for a thousand years. Then she passed them to me. Some said that between the bookstore and the steel factory...
I’m already dead. All that’s left is the waiting. The first thing I did—after trying to restart the engines, after doing the math, after uselessly calling for help, after all...
One Last Light to Guide Me Home
I’m already dead. All that’s left is the waiting. The first thing I did—after trying to restart the engines, after doing the math, after uselessly calling for help, after all...
The very little town of N. was largely bypassed by the revolution—the red cavalries thundered by, stopping only to appropriate the ill-gotten wealth of Countess Komarova, the lone survivor of...
Citizen Komarova Finds Love
The very little town of N. was largely bypassed by the revolution—the red cavalries thundered by, stopping only to appropriate the ill-gotten wealth of Countess Komarova, the lone survivor of...