indie newsletter : free-fall form of work for free fallers // gravity is a friend // part creature, part story // brimming with a lot of love and a lot of rage // making a very human thing.
enjoy at your own risk.
may we find each other in the bellies of maggots.
introducing the maggot(s):
batbattom 🌀
eerie obsession with cubes and spirals and gut wrenching nostalgia. someone called them eclectic once (okay maybe more than once) the ribs are protruding out. big eye hovering in the sky. fruit of choice would be peach (there's no metaphor it just smells nice)
currently reading: pachinko, brute spotify playlist: the sound of tv static in a vacuum
copium🍄
they stay awake at night thinking about tragedies and doomed duos. proceed to curate playlists to support the throes of woes. snap back to reality and read until they can't read. bit of an idiot, to be honest. mentally ill protagonists really resonate with the soul. born to be a jester, forced to be a slave to The Man. lore drops are essential. copes in unhealthy ways but it's cool. very "we shall by morning inherit the earth. our foot's in the door" heh.
currently reading: mandarins (akutagawa), haunted (palahniuk)
maindak 🐸
forgets their name. has hands like their father. unplaces by cody ellingham. space as a character. will their grave embrace them. will they ever have a where. very very angry, and very unquestionably hot. smeared kajal and eyelines. thinks they is a coward but could be killed in a staged street killing. eyes. and hands. can the stopper and the stoppee (it is not a word) sit down with them for a moment. nasir' ki udaasi stifles saans. too big is the city, and too far my home. the boy never grows up. has very straught teeth. arundhati roy ☆
cr: dark as the garve wherein my friend is laid (they are so happy the edgy name feel in sync with their post schedule)
p.s. boy with dupatta art by wine0cellar
strawberry shortcake 🍓
impulsive, passionate, addicted to caffeine, in love with books and scented candles, and all over the place. they value small gestures, and try to grasp at the littlest cues of warmth and tenderness. but theirs is also the constant fear of the walls and wasted lives; so they are alive.
currently reading: 'the awakening', 'emma', and..
tendertooth ⚖️
too reluctant to pull fingernails out of buzzing flesh. has bitten too much. tummy ache tummy ache tummy ache. meets lovers at celestial intersections. sits over bones until the morning of forgetfulness. moonlight and clawed eyes and clenched fists. a fruit. fruits even. what tiptoes into the room tonight?
currently reading: Drowned Country, The Dallergut Dream Department Store (cozy fantasy as a coping mechanism. not enough time tho)
topsurgery💉
more apple than pomegranate. they want to be a kitchen, but they feel like a bathroom sink. domain expansion is called 'childhood room ablaze.' cigarette butts and confessionals. tea stains and dried blood on handkerchiefs. am i doing this right, am i doing this right, am i doing this right.
currently reading: goodnight, punpun.
witchinghour🔮
drowning in an all-consuming fixation on psychology, feminist literature and the physics of time. checklists and planners are their game and so is dismantling the patriarchy. "we should all be feminists". dory 🐟 and boxer 🐎 = spirit animals. just keep swimming, just keep swimming...
currently reading : king lear, emma
