Status Updates From The Black Book

“The memory of her is a sort of scarification, like wounds the aborigines keep open on their bodies, rubbing irritants into them, reopening them until the resulting ornament is something to make the whole tribe envious.”

A real slog. The author says this has something to do with his sexual etiolation, by which i guess he means lechery

every paragraph feels like licking peanut butter off barbed wire on an island in the middle of the pacific, and im not almost sure how to feel about it