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Mason Carter
“Mira nodded slowly, her cheek brushing his. “That takes us deeper, Jullian. Beneath the political structure lies something even more fundamental: the social relationship to the very materials of life. The food we eat. The soil we grow it in. The water we drink, the trees that breathe with us. Historically, these were held in common.”
Mason Carter, Her Name is Anarchy: a novella

Mason Carter
“She stepped closer, close enough that the faint scent of coffee and something like cedar and ash clung to the air between them. Her tone was gentle, as though placing stones in a stream, guiding the water without disturbing it.”
Mason Carter, Her Name is Anarchy: a novella

Mason Carter
“You were a language I learned by ear,
syllables pressed into the curve of my neck,
intonations traced along my spine.
But love, I have forgotten how to conjugate us—
the past imperfect, the future conditional,
sentences unraveling into tenses
that no longer hold.”
Mason Carter, Saltwater & Smoke: Poems of Almosts, Goodbyes, and What We Leave Behind

Mason Carter
“Mira smiled faintly. “The gift, in its primal form, wasn’t about price tags or debt. It wasn’t a transaction. It was a gesture of solidarity. A way to form relationships, bind communities together, extend trust beyond bloodlines. Where commodities isolate, the gift unites.”
Mason Carter, Her Name is Anarchy: a novella

Mason Carter
“Jullian crossed his arms, almost defensively, but there was no heat behind it. “Animals have morality? That still sounds… primitive. Like pack survival instinct. What does that have to do with our laws? With people who give up their lives for strangers? That’s not instinct. That’s… irrational. It’s like a failure in the cost-benefit logic.”
Mira bent down and plucked a weed growing through the cracked cement, fingers patient. “That’s where something beautiful begins. Reason refines instinct. It doesn't erase it. When we act against our social nature, our mind remembers what our body once knew. A pull toward others. An ache when we ignore it.”
Mason Carter, Her Name is Anarchy: a novella

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