Ward 362: On Meeting People in Sorrow
Mad in America
NOVEMBER 29, 2024
Editor’s Note: This story, written by Carro Magnusson, first appeared on Mad in Sweden. I don’t know what day it is. I don’t know what time it is. Or what the weather is like outside. Hardly even what season. In my memory it is always autumn. According to my journals it was March. It doesn’t matter, because I’m cold anyway.
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