Waking Up in a Jar
Note/content warning: Memories live in the body. This piece is a reflection on waking up too soon, holding too much, and reconciling with what it all means. It’s a little messy. There’s mention of childhood trauma and domestic violence. Feel free to skip it if today isn’t the day. Unfortunately — or maybe fortunately — […]
Villain Origin Story
(mba = might be awful) I taught myself scientific notation in 6th grade and thought, wow, I must be really good at math. So naturally, I helped start a math club and ran for president (unopposed). I won. The following year, I ran again. I lost. No one saw it coming. Now, I don’t think […]