Either we're all trying to get to some truth or we're all arguing about how to tell the lies. Censorship is tossed around like it means well. The people in my head can come out to play later when they've cleaned themselves up. I who know nothing. I who don't even come from darkness. Stories I've written are being rejected from the moment the last word is read. So why don't you just write something else. So why does this even bother existing. The nests we build in our brains don't get cleaned out by the law. A man's life can be erased by the same cover stories being told over and over. It's like wishing him dead. I'm not saying anything new. I don't wish my loves dead. I know they are / have always been dead. I wish them living, like they wish themselves living, all the time wishing, against negation and erasure from all sides at once.