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We had been receiving phone calls in the small hours of the morning, my caregivers reporting each time an inability to discern any presence on the line.
I can’t stress enough the psychological effect of having the words you’ve written bound in your own skin. In having words torn from your mind…
we find ourselves lost in the experience of being the watcher whose subject is unaware of his gaze, which forms the undoing of rational thought, confronted with all the beauty and terror of the other in its natural state.
A short comic about a sensitive, vulnerable boy—diagnosed and manipulated by a mysterious psychiatric professional.
The freaked-out, bored, alienated observations of the Beautiful Boy looking out on his suburban purgatory.
An effeminate man invites a beautiful young skinhead into his home. Masculinity, the other, limit experience.
An imminently depressing, short, contemplative piece of empty, alien-world-wandering SF.
An attempt to locate a distinctly feminine “non-tyranical monstrosity” in Ted K’s life and work