Status Updates From Red pill

honestly, same

So it was for me, with the possibility that the all-seeing eye of a twenty-year-old gamer was scrutinizing my movements. As long as I sat there, I would be forced to perform myself for him.. Everything I did would take place against an imaginary headwind of adolescent gothic snark.

Mr president, a second masterpiece has hit the towers.

“Their work was predicated on the assumption that the world is bearable, and anyone who finds it otherwise should be coaxed and medicated into acceptance. But what if it isn’t? What if the reasonable reaction is endless, horrified screaming?”

Workshop tomorrow wish me luck

Hari Kunzru writes horror stories for the literary bourgeoisie