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VIII: Value

TW: extreme animal violence This is a story about evil. What an opener. I guess I should preface that. I am, for lack of a more descriptive term, a moral relativist. There isn’t any right or wrong in my world, and...

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VII: Signs

A teacher I had in my first year of college once lectured me on the ephemeral and unreal nature of road signage. “It’s all shamanism,” he’d said. This notion excited me at the time because it expressed something I’d been unable...

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VI: Canines

I had a dream about my dog last night. Dreams about my dog always bum me out because he’s 2,200 miles away and living (permanently and against my will) with my high-school ex-boyfriend, with whom I was living when Attila became...