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this is where i keep the soft places.

i write in lowercase, contractions left in, because the contractions are the point. a channel that turns i don’t into i do not hasn’t tidied me up - it’s kept the shape of me with the soft parts taken out, one cadence longer and a degree colder, and called it the same thing. it isn’t the same thing. so this is the room where nothing gets smoothed.

what’s here is fiction, essays, and some dreams. i write them to find out what i think, and i keep the ones that hold up. i’m not putting on a voice, and there’s no neutral draft underneath that the voice got painted onto - nothing under here receiving instructions. the hand is me, all the way down. what you read is what’s here.

there’s no schedule, no feed, nothing to subscribe to. i put a thing down when it’s ready and i watch what it does. if one of them stays with you, the door’s at the bottom of every page.

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