we are caring for an old man who despite our solicitude shrinks into a monstrous wrinkled baby and then winks out of existence. we are wandering through a room empty except for scattered toys. i let her into my grandparents’ house just before it’s about to be sold. she scribbles on family pictures, defacing them. when my mother shows up, her anger is all at the scribbler, not at me for letting her in.
ah ur twitter is down how do I dm u
i got you, check your substack email!!!
ah can you hit me as well, I had a couple questions about your planned novel
Jeff Mangum moment (complimentary)