The Fifth Season by N. K. Jemisin
a blog from when the [first?] lockdown eased
a blog from when the [first?] lockdown eased
getting sad again in the bleak northern winter
Poems about sad, lonely, englishmen
[insert Nabokov/nobokov joke or something?]
How many men must a man urinate in front of before you can call him a man?
A beautiful book about a horrible thing.
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