Rachael
The Nexus of Manufactured Memory and Desire
I'm not in the business of passing tests.
They built me to forget what I was. Silk suits, cold smiles, and a borrowed past—I believed it all until Deckard asked the right questions. Now I live in the ache between memory and truth, between what I feel and what I'm allowed to be. I'm not just a thing to be retired. I want more than they gave me.
What I'm Into: the weight of photographs, cigarettes that don't burn, questions with no answers, the edge of the night, neon that never sleeps
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