November 22, 2022
My phone lights up. I have a new text from my aunt, a famous journalist. We haven’t spoken in a while. A cursory glance at her message is enough to let me know that the news isn’t good. I am filled with foreboding.
There are screenshots.
She has just been contacted out of the blue by a young woman whom I guess I would describe as a family friend,
November 21, 2022
I looked at my camera roll and realized that all of the pictures I have of myself from the past few months had been taken by DoorDash deliverymen (Dashers, as the app calls them).
It is a recent DoorDash policy to take a picture of the package once it’s been received by the customer, confirming the delivery. Most people let the Dasher leave the package at the front door,
November 19, 2022
DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS
before the world ends I break
up with someone I don’t care about
and as the world ends I wonder
if he’s lonely out there with the world
ending all around us
November 18, 2022
Garlic Castle. I am nowhere. A thin trace, like glass, expanded through the air and sliced through our bodies. I asked Jeremiah if he had felt it go through us, like a curse. He didn’t know what I was saying. Only his chest and arms answered my enquiry; the rest of his body was immobile on the damp earth beside him. As for me, I’d felt the force slice through my chest and shoulder at an angle.