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The period hasn’t been invented yet.
Scribes in Greece went back the
opposite direction reaching the end. . .
we are not scaling we are hunters in this drape called body we have / hardened our old selves pricked peeled consumed . . .
We found her in Socorro etched
on a tombstone in a cemetery that’s changed
public and private hands, though it’s. . .
The pod-ification of all experience looks different in quarantine.
A short story by Selena Anderson
Coronavirus and the lifestyles of the professional-managerial class.