May 4, 2020
@brutlistâ / ezra
jacob heugh died long before she was born; her father, her grandparents, aunt mable have told her stories and shown her photographs, and somewhere in the back of her mind, dakota catalogues the similarities between them. the man in front of her, the man who died on a tuesday morning. there doesnât seem to be many on the surface but she can taste it in the ozone, can feel the threads of reality stitching and weaving every atom of bone, every string of muscle, over and over into something repurposed. jacob heugh made ezra and that is a connection unbroken, even over time.Â
but honestly? who gives a fuck about jacob heugh. itâs the man who murdered him she needs.
    â hello, ezra.  â
