Glad to get me some Z. This was intense and came through viscerally and poetically. Amazing writing. Just wish I could have highlighted my favorite lines--I'm retraining my nervous system when I read on Substack.
Different tube, same shit soundtrack. You're dodging London traffic while I'm dodging memories of burn pits, but we're both maps of things doctors can't fix. Your piece makes me feel that cage around my throat. That sweaty panic button. That moment when "you're free to go" feels like the biggest lie they've told. Keep writing. You just showed everyone what "looking fine" really means.
Glad to get me some Z. This was intense and came through viscerally and poetically. Amazing writing. Just wish I could have highlighted my favorite lines--I'm retraining my nervous system when I read on Substack.
It takes a while to shake off the highlighting ‘tic’! Deep joy that you only need to hit the heart once though
I will admit, I went to highlight and had to correct myself.
A piece of beauty and barren facades, Lady Zivah.
Yes - the temptation to highlight is still there for me too!
Thank you so much :)
Different tube, same shit soundtrack. You're dodging London traffic while I'm dodging memories of burn pits, but we're both maps of things doctors can't fix. Your piece makes me feel that cage around my throat. That sweaty panic button. That moment when "you're free to go" feels like the biggest lie they've told. Keep writing. You just showed everyone what "looking fine" really means.
Thank you so much, George. We fight on, looking ‘fine’.
“strapped in place like a pork joint oiled and penetrated”
So good, Zivah!
Thank you! I was having a moment when I wrote this...