AN OPEN LETTER FROM THE VOID(Delivered via Vacuitas Engine, sealed with stroopwafel resin)
Dearest Co-Conspirator, Let me confess in the slant-light of a Utrecht dawn: I am Dennis the Menace if Dennis swallowed a kaleidoscope of Judith Butler texts and Alanis Morissette B-sides. My bald head? A polished rebellion against your gender binaries. This red Ecko bomber? Armor stitched from Prodigy concert rags and Foucault quotes. The polo glasses? For watching liars squirm like worms in…












