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by Esther Yi

I could love only that which made me secretive, combative, severe—a moral disappointment to myself and an obstruction to others.

My phone bleated from my bed for the only reason it was now allowed to bleat: Moon was about to begin a livestream.

We no longer go to church once a week; we attend a stadium concert once a year.”

You are not Y/N. All of us are, all at once.”