Yes, yes, yes, yes! Absolute BANGER of a piece! Every time I read your writing, I feel like I'm right there--I can see everything so clearly! I was back in my hometown a few weeks ago. I experienced the same wasteland of deserted retail spots little-me used to beg to go to, so your descriptions of abandonment hit hard.
The phrase that stuck with me: "a bizarre feast for the senses that rendered one both nauseous and famished."
What a mysterious journey into one of the many voids wrought upon us by late-stage capitalism! The pulse of the storytelling is sooooo good here, Katie.
“It was hard to tell if his arm trembled under the weight of its contents or the memories.” love this so much. Congrats on getting another piece out there! 💙
Whoa, that was amazing and very, very dark. That metaphor of the old man with no teeth was next level horror. Utterly gripping. I didn't realise that Gary was a place and not a person until I saw the photo with the state initials beside it. It's a common first name in the UK amongst my generation, so I automatically read it as a person.
The shaved head of the Barbie. What an image. If you ever find yourself on my little Scottish island, there's a derelict hotel in the main village that would inspire you I'm sure! I'll try and remember to take a photo and send it to you next time I'm passing.
There’s such a pull to hope Toby finds immediate comfort, but there’s also this…maniacal feeling of “yes, suffer…you did this…”
It’s such a contradicting feeling and I fkn love it.
Your writing has such a way of putting me in a chokehold and not letting me go until I recognize the very last period as the end of the piece.
So glad to have you back in my inbox! Cheering for you the whole way!
Yes, yes, yes, yes! Absolute BANGER of a piece! Every time I read your writing, I feel like I'm right there--I can see everything so clearly! I was back in my hometown a few weeks ago. I experienced the same wasteland of deserted retail spots little-me used to beg to go to, so your descriptions of abandonment hit hard.
The phrase that stuck with me: "a bizarre feast for the senses that rendered one both nauseous and famished."
What a mysterious journey into one of the many voids wrought upon us by late-stage capitalism! The pulse of the storytelling is sooooo good here, Katie.
“It was hard to tell if his arm trembled under the weight of its contents or the memories.” love this so much. Congrats on getting another piece out there! 💙
Whoa, that was amazing and very, very dark. That metaphor of the old man with no teeth was next level horror. Utterly gripping. I didn't realise that Gary was a place and not a person until I saw the photo with the state initials beside it. It's a common first name in the UK amongst my generation, so I automatically read it as a person.
The shaved head of the Barbie. What an image. If you ever find yourself on my little Scottish island, there's a derelict hotel in the main village that would inspire you I'm sure! I'll try and remember to take a photo and send it to you next time I'm passing.
Yay!