I've been feeling the terror deeply lately so have been...
throwing myself into work?
i've just been watching lots of film
writing seems a little pointless rite now
or i dont have any motivation
or committing the inside to the outside offers no incentive at all
i could right another manuscript but why would i do that anymore that i'd build a china tea set out of tooth picks
so rite now my body of work is a collection of screenshots of other people's work
hide and seek til everybody dies tbh
and that's her words not mine