Crucially, Non-Cancerous (Part II)
I was eating Flavor Blasted Extra-Cheddar Goldfish while basking in the sun and having the best moment of my week.
I was eating Flavor Blasted Extra-Cheddar Goldfish while basking in the sun and having the best moment of my week.
It’s a profoundly Obama-era show.
I swear I see the letters breathe.
The longer I’m a blood donation regular, the more I appreciate the ritual of it.
I saw all that blank space the first time and went, “Where the hell are the rest of my words?”
“Baba, you can’t be doing that.”
Planning for the future has never been a strength of mine, nor has imagining a future for myself.
It engages with a central human issue—invisibility and erasure—on personal, familial, and systemic levels.
I feel the in-person lived reality of the bystander effect, to which I’ve always told myself I would be the exception.
Did I do research for this? No. That sounds expensive.