I think it was the first time it hit me that I was disposable, that we all were, that we players were on an assembly line of talent, and when we reached the end, it didn’t matter much whether we fell in the trash or not.
WIT TEA
The Leaf Blower Apocalypse
Off pops pop’s shirt.
MICRO
grime
it feels like a conversation with your
father, doesn't it?
FICTION
From the Archives: 물귀신 | Mul Gwishin
Noh Eunbi dies in a ditch in Delaware, and you will see her ghost.
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