Author: fetish

Today, I write under the weight of lofty wishes, attempting to sketch a new shape of the past, even if only on paper. I write so that everyone can remember with me the slap from someone once in a dark cell where even pain couldn’t be distinguished, taking advantage of my loneliness and isolating my weakness. Today, it’s time for the world to taste that injustice and those pains with me. Read with me about my arrest, his arrest, her arrest, their arrest, and our arrest. Let us together shed light on that darkness under the sun, hoping to break the darkness that friends live in unknown dungeons.