I think it’s incomplete.
These letters, like this promise, is not for you.
This time last year I was bawling my eyes out in a public restroom.
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Dark humor, space shenanigans, evil corporations. Oh, and a Murderbot.
What does it mean to be free? Spoken word poetry.
So we are still telling stories and we are still reading them.
I will live my whole life trying to capture the ephemeral. I will stretch our few seconds into eternities.
Ann Patchett calls this book “a universal donor –I would recommend it to anyone, everyone”. I agree.
I may say that hallucinations and delusions are positively parasitic, but let it never be said I denounced all flights of fantasy.