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Conversations with Doctor K

“The WF thing,” I said, sounding disgusted, “that’s a fucking joke.” “What happened there?” “So we’ve been sending messages back and forth for months, right, and toward the end they were getting long and we were basically trading anecdotes, stories about our lives. It was pretty harmless, but she knew I liked her and I … Continue reading

Degrees removed

DEGREES REMOVED It was late Sunday evening when I finally left CF’s house. The sun had fallen an hour earlier and taken the warm weather down with it, to the point that hanging out on the front porch I could almost see my breath. The air smelled damp and of wood smoke, of old fires … Continue reading

gutted

haven’t slept in what feels like awhile, tried tonight but just lay there thinking about wf, the letter, my gracious response to the letter which, if written now, would be a little more curious, not so gracious. part of me just doesn’t understand. she can’t do this anymore because it got a little serious, maybe … Continue reading

Never enough

Find myself wanting to ask certain people what they think of me. Not sure why, exactly. Maybe because I’ve just been feeling terribly alone these last few days—or weeks, even. Maybe because it’s summer and the days are gorgeous. The sun is this glorious thing in the sky, strong and radiant and shining like a … Continue reading

On quarantine

Writing this at forty-nine minutes after midnight on a Tuesday morning when what I really should be doing is a) assigned readings for my Psych class; b) writing a paper for said Psych class; and c) working on my work-in-progress, tentatively called Untitled Sci-fi Masterpiece #2. Great title, I know—just haven’t found a greater title … Continue reading

You’re a great person, but I should stop here

Haven’t been in town for a few days. Decided that it might be nice to get away, which, when I think about it, is a funny notion — because all of the things I want to get away from are impossible to escape. I can’t step out of my body, can’t leave it behind in … Continue reading

Not sure where I am anymore

Been a while since I wrote anything here. For a couple reasons, I suppose. Been in a good mood, for one, which seems antithetical to this blog, or what this blog’s been about thus far. Had about a two-week run where I was corresponding with a friend, a good and treasured friend I’ll call WF[1]. … Continue reading

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