Chapter V / The Ritual — or Whatever That Bullshit Means

Letter 021 / Emotional Leftovers
Letter 021 / Emotional Leftovers
I was eating the leftovers from that night like a homeless dog. By Saturday, I was turning down invitations to socialise before they even reached my notification screen. That's how... Read more...
Letter 020 / I was my toxic man
Letter 020 / I was my toxic man
I couldn't understand exactly what game I was playing with myself. I wasn't the type to share much with the mirror. This was different. I wasn't looking at me —... Read more...
Letter 019 / Devil on my shoulder
Letter 019 / Devil on my shoulder
Dear me, I feel like I am diving into a dangerous game of delusion. Is it possible to feel desire for a fantasy not connected to any man in particular,... Read more...
Letter 018 / A controlled autopsy of myself
Letter 018 / A controlled autopsy of myself
Dear me, Fuck you. The very first sentence I wrote to myself four months ago, and 018 letters earlier. I don't know what came over me on Thursday, coming home... Read more...