Maya Spektorov’s Reviews > Simulacra (Volume 111) > Status Update

“Perhaps life is nothing lore than swift solar orbits, or dual
folds along a continuum that collapse the end and the beginning,
which implies people can move in reverse, will their own vanishing;
or at least relieve the ravages of then—right here, right now.”
- Descent of the Composer

“Smug bitch. Acted like I didn’t exist.
(What if she was right?)”
- On Meeting Want For The First Time

“canary’s wings, blackened and broken, tangled in the web above their heads, suspended in the chandelier’s pendalogue. a spider eyed dinner, sharpened its knife claw.”