Hello, death of what’s real. Hello, the end of authenticity. Why is it everything you say seems like a performance? I ask seriously and without malice. Who are you performing for? Is it me? Do […]

Hello, death of what’s real. Hello, the end of authenticity. Why is it everything you say seems like a performance? I ask seriously and without malice. Who are you performing for? Is it me? Do […]
Do you know that feeling where you’re trying to swallow but you can’t? Your eyes fill with tears but you don’t know why. Your hands are shaking. Your Dom towers above you. Your knees rub […]