Our favourite crowds: small cafés. You people who have time and money, eating your rolls with cream cheese and almond milk flat whites.
A place is not entirely alive. A person can point at another person and name them: “Person.” They understand their existence as an individual.
My skin blistered and cracked. The cracks were open wounds, chasms, seeping liquids then drying out. They formed webwork, dividing me into irregular tiles of pustules and bruises.
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