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i’ve been thinking a lot about shearing stress lately. not just the kind that happens to steel under load, but the literal, physical erosion of moving. two months in this austin “luxury” box—with its recessed led lighting that makes everyone look like they’re waiting for a deposition—and my hair had started to feel like…

i’m still at war with these floors. julian thinks they’re “practical” because they’re waterproof, which is medical-logistics-speak for “made of oil and sad intentions.” but the reality of living in a managed community is that you are walking on the literal dross of the tenants who came before you. i don’t trust a surface…

i am currently vibrating under the high-frequency hum of a “cool-white” led overhead that feels less like home lighting and more like an invitation to an autopsy. it is a clinical, 4000k glare that flattens every surface it touches, turning my skin into a greyish curd and making my tea look like a specimen…