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Is today Wednesday or Thursday? God, the days all blur together. What’s left of whatever day it is glows red and orange in the review mirror. Up ahead, the sky is already an inky blackness, being...
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Is today Wednesday or Thursday? God, the days all blur together. What’s left of whatever day it is glows red and orange in the review mirror. Up ahead, the sky is already an inky blackness, being...
Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night to find the entire world unnervingly still and quiet? As a kid, nothing panicked me more than being awake at night, feeling utterly alone. None of...
When I was five years old, my dad got ALS. Fucking disease. I still remember I was that age when I went to visit him with my mother after not seeing him for some days, when he was hospitalized in...
“Why don’t you at least think about it?” It’s been three months, twelve days, and roughly four hours since she left. I hate myself for knowing that. And now Ben is insisting that I move into a...
Remember when the internet wasn’t so awful? I’m talking about pre-Google days, before Facebook, and even before MySpace. Back when the closest thing you had to social media was Yahoo Groups. Now...
Scribo started as a list of disjointed fragments of thoughts about making a social media platform that I didn't hate. This list of five or so concepts was jotted down in a text file, which was...