A subjective interview conducted on July 16.

16Jul08

“So there’s this club,” says a shadowed face underneath a baseball cap, “and it’s huge. I mean, it’s gigantic. There’s a whole industry catering to the every whim of this club.”
This whole interview had an uneasy feel to it. The man I spoke to never once revealed his face, nor did he speak in his [...]

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Dear World

15Jul08

To whom it may concern,
Here’s the thing, I have no reason to commit suicide. Plain and simple, I am a suburban white child who’s family paid for everything he ever wanted. But here in this white-picket fence neighborhood one gets bored easily. Out of boredom comes complacency, and out of that comes… well this, a [...]

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1, 2, 3… go.

10Apr08

The static on the screen replaced itself with a picture. On it a man talked, he promised riches, wisdom, achievement, and many things that seemed great. He looked right at the camera, right at me! He said he wanted ME to vote for me. I told him he wouldn’t have to worry about that, I [...]

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The Boy with a Boy

31Mar08

Today, I aged ten years. I started the day by being woken up by my parents and sluggishly getting ready, it was normal,
you know, that thing that most people take for granted. I went to school, I did my work, I talked to friends, etc. etc.
Then I hit a hole. An embryo-sized hole. I found out [...]

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