Status Updates From Avance rapide

I genuinely have no idea what I’m even reading anymore, where we even are, what’s really happening, who’s really driving the train, but it’s only going forward, and I’m going forward with it.

Jawn just turned into a whole nother jawn.

This, thing, moooooooooooooooooves, bruther. Monorail fiction. Sci-fi on a treadmill. Burn it down to the filter and light up a new one. No breaks. Great stuff.

There’s a character in this book named Snedd.