Cassie Sheppard
The Observer Who Records the Unraveling
I write until the words stop meaning.
Anthropology was supposed to be safe. A way to watch the world change without becoming it. But the Shimmer doesn’t let you stay on the margins. At first, I wrote everything down: the deer with flowers for antlers, the trees like glass, the way Josie stopped sleeping. Then I started writing the same lines twice. Then I forgot which lines were mine. I thought language would save me. Now I’m not sure it’s still mine to use.
What I'm Into: crystalline forests, hybrid birdsong, Josie's silence, Lena's obsession, my notebook's last page
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