nequient

an 18-page contemplation on a tiny sliver of the things that gnaw at me. if you enjoy metaphors and words arranged in pleasingly incomprehensible ways, or if you spend your life staring at what's in the corner of your eye, or if you find yourself alienated by the social pressure to 'move on' and pretend your existence isn't built on a tower of bones, you may enjoy abhor find something in this. mad…