It occurred to me that the audience for posts about COVID-19 might be people from the future. Maybe they want to know what it was like to be human, way
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Author: Christoph
I Had a Heart Attack, or Something.
There were moments where the doctors seemed to imply it might have been something else (particularly, cocaine), but then they'd run another blood test and go oh, shit.
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Through the Reeds
These are two versions of a short prologue for a novel, since I decided, against my better judgment, to participate in National Novel Writing Month this year.
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Make America Hate Again
Hey, I understand the frustration, but I hope you won't do anything too crazy about it. You might not be able to take it back.
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On Death and Trains
TransLink in Vancouver does not report suicides, instead choosing to vaguely announce a "medical emergency" at one of their stations. The term does not always refer to suicide, but when
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She Opened up Her Hair With Her Hands
From my perspective, getting drunk and falling into a forest where I’d heard a girl would be makes a whole lot of sense.
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Softly Open Our Mouths in the Cold
The fog just kind of rolled in and splayed out over the earth until it hardened and stuck there. Lazy and uninspired.
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The Present Tense
I’ve joked in the past that I post here about once each year, but this is probably the first time I’ve actually gone longer than 365 days without putting anything
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Dear Hiring Manager
I am very interested in becoming a worthless appliance owned by your company. I am looking for part-time work to supplement my income over the long term, and I have
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Paul is Dead: A Bacon of Hope
Did you know that Paul Quarrington died of lung cancer a few years ago? Of course you didn’t, because you have no fucking idea who Paul Quarrington was, but even
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