There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

no longer writing in the third person

barren land

But seriously, thank you, Jack

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

It Will Get Lighter

so at the end