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November 9, 2020

The End The city sprawls like a dropped jigsaw, fractured lines running through broken architecture. Sewers overflow and drown the streets in filthy water. The world is only ending, as it sometimes does. In the midst of this nauseating collapse sits the remains of the Bright Lights Arts Centre, which used to be named the Bright Lights…

September 19, 2020

He says, “But I’m dying,” like it’s the answer to everything, like he thinks I’ll disagree.

September 19, 2020

Six months pregnant, and I should have been happy. Six words to fire me, and I should have been angry. Instead, I drifted in a fugue. Spring faded, summer swelled, and our lives were falling apart.

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