Okay, so I can’t be the only one who prefers stories if I know they have a good ending right? I’ve always preferred a harsh (if satisfying) break up than slowly falling out of love with someone.

I feel like my work is getting that hint of existential dread creeping into it- I know it’s something I’m thinking about a fair bit nowadays. It doesn’t help that I’m writing about 3 people who if they were real would also be long dead by now.

Anyway more on that Monday as we begin the last story: Memories and Maidenheads!