in my neighborhood

Step into the Muse’s shoes—

What is this place?

What does it mean?

Work in your own small corner—

A better place in the midst of a slow apocalypse.

“All I remember is my mother’s tears and my empty stomach. The ketchup stain on the seat. The slaughterhouse in my throat.”
— Victoria Chang / Dear Memory

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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