The Wistful Letter
October 12, 1998 Dear Julian, I am writing this by the light of a single, flickering bulb because the main breaker in my apartment keeps tripping, much like my own heart does every time I try to climb a flight of stairs. I woke an hour ago from that dream again, the one where my hands are no longer two separate things but a single, grotesque mass of flesh fused together, pulsing with a rhythm...
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