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on whims of vengeful starlight
Night stars are benevolent, unlike the pitiless lord of the day. Under the moon's placid gaze, Sesylie can pull off her goggles and drink in as much ultraviolet as the heavens will grant her. Lest her absence become contested, she resists the urge to wander and sprawl...
we should be rioting in the streets but instead i’m updating my resume: on business as usual at the end of the world
everything from then on out was going through the motions. everything from going to work every day to saving for the future to breathing was a charade performed as defense against the inevitable a tired eye closed to the light of the oncoming train a battered heart...
Towards reclaiming my birthright, part 2: divest from cure, control, & contain
[In the first installment of this series, I talked about my politics in general and how the connections between systems of oppression and my personal experience have become incredibly salient to me. Here I want to talk about how that awakening impacted my attitude...
End-of-winter updates and things
It's been pretty somber in the Fierce household this fall and winter. I would say I'm approaching burnout, but I know that boundary was crossed long ago. I'm fueled by sunk-cost fallacy at this point. I don't want to be in school anymore, haven't wanted to be for some...
Some thoughts on craziness and meds
CW: mental illness, suicide This week Kanye West and Chance the Rapper's manager and some other folks decided to share a few thoughts on mental illness and medications that were less than ringing endorsements of the latter. In the midst of a Twitter rant against two...
Half as much (pt. 6)
“Goodnight, Jennifer.” Mother stands in the bedroom doorway, made ghostly in the waxing crescent moonlight, her shadow further darkening the dim hall behind her. “Goodnight, Mother,” Amara says from bed, turning away from the door as Mother shuts it behind her. Amara...