This is a chapter in which nothing happens. (Even moreso than usual).
I am taking a day off, to lie on the floor.
My yoga mat purple corrugated mousse sticks slightly where my skin touches it, sticky soft hug of homebound self-abandonment;
An excerpt from Claire Finch’s upcoming book. An anachronistic epistolary exchange including democratic theory, gender studies, and dildos, where love and the void question each other in action.