Status Updates From Mending Bodies

I knew there was no room for me to argue. Not bc I lacked the ability to respond, but bc she would be sure to caress my head and reassure me, saying that in life, it was impossible for any1 to differentiate b/n truths and untruths. “People who live a stable life in this city don’t have any unique talents. They’re just more compliant and good at developing firm beliefs,” she would say as she looked at my face.