Dirtpile.
“One considers a hamster’s future idly, without self-consciousness or emotion, calmed by one’s apparent disinterest in abstracting, interpreting, or distorting what it means to be a creature utilized existentially in the appeasement of small children before being flushed down a heavily scented toilet or accidentally vacuumed alive, leaving in the cleaning maid only an indistinct sensation of disquiet.” - Tao Lin.
And this is what it feels like to be a woman sometimes. This is what it feels like to be working behind the counter at a drive thru coffee stand. This is what it feels like to be the quiet one at a well-rehearsed holiday dinner. This is what it feels like when you’re the only person in a room full of people.
