the last essay
It took me twenty-seven steps to stop.
She said: “I wan to be part of a fiction, I want to be the main character of a life that I
was not suppose to live, I want to belong to a body I never tried before.
Do I matter?” She made a long pause; I imagined her drinking in one
I am in front of my computer, my fingers are ready, they have warmed up, I have cut my nails, I have already masturbated to release any possible and disturbing tension, my tee will keep me awake, the chair...
...In the last year an important change have happened in my work, or at least an important change has occurred in my…