Status Updates From A Disobedient Girl

This plot hits hard but keeps on going... enjoying it so far.

So slow 😐

“Children age hands somehow, even when they are not near their mothers. As if their very being requires draining what is tensile and soft from out skins. Like the way kites cut your hands, and cut and cut until you let them to and you fall away, designed at last to simply witnessing their flight.”

“Do all children come into being in the same fashion? Already marked with their future, a history-to-be prewritten by their predilections? I wonder.”