Julie Chan Is Dead

by Liann Zhang

What am I doing? I can’t believe I came all the way to New York only to wait outside Chloe’s door and be jealous of a rat.

Omg lolololol

My Louboutins make me lumber around like Bigfoot incarnate.

Baha!

Her feed also features clips of her famous hockey-player husband, Sommer. He’s broad-shouldered with a chiseled jawline and has eyes that say he’s gotten a concussion or two.

his eyes lol

It’s easy to forget that genuine good can come from our interconnectedness. It’s there for people who need it. If you’re lucky, it can open up the world.

I see the strobing afterlife; it smells like sweat and sounds like pop music. It is hell.

Lmao

I give him a pat on the head and turn on the TV. The first channel plays SpongeBob SquarePants. It seems to capture his attention.

Ofcourse it does lol