Day 51.1: Like Turning A Glove Inside Out

I think the title is how I feel beauty.( Read more... )

Day 51.2: How Personal Essays Read to Me

Maybe this is a petty observation, but personal essays read very privileged to me.( Read more... )

Day 51.3: Spite

I'm not sure why I spent time writing my previous entry. Maybe spite? I'm currently in a meeting, and I feel like I'm very much swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, between two clashing, ignorant armies.

Day 51.4: Uncharitable

Let me be uncharitable:( Read more... )

Day 51.5: Flattened

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Day 51.6: Wrote More Stuff!

I think I'm figuring out the tenor of the scene after the zine fic is supposed to cut off.( Read more... )