I have nicks and cuts on my hands, mysteriously, and calluses, and like I been working with my hands all this time when obviously I haven’t. Cat scratches and paper cuts. That’s the story of my life.

The stomach virus was like days of hangover. I didn’t vomit. No satisfaction of the purge.

By selecting the words from the predictive choices, am I telling the monstrous mechanisms something it only just doesn’t know?