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dust is a sci-fi novella about astrid, a wandering witch-hunter on a dying desert planet, and moriya, the sole survivor of a massacre carried out by astrid's quarry. when they meet in the aftermath, moriya demands that astrid bring her along on the hunt, and astrid, against her better judgment, agrees. the journey that follows opens new wounds and old.

dust is many things: a love letter to the pulps of yesteryear, a meditation on environmental destruction, and above all a story about lesbian love and grief. it means a lot to me. it would mean a lot to me if you read it.

read the first chapter here (cw: violence, gore, body horror).

me, three minutes into the first episode:

jfk, zooted out of his mind on enough prescription medications to vaporize a lesser man: haha! my fellow americans! my fellow americans! 👋 haha! hello! 👋👋

jackie: *thinking* Johnny seems in a good mood 🙂.. i wonder if i could get away with suggesting we have sex tonight without getting lobotomized for nymphomania 🤔

secret service agent behind them: hhaughrf fuckk i shuoldnt have had all those singapore slings last night......i gotta distract myself before i vom. i know, i'll fiddle with my service weapon, that always makes me feel bett--

jfk:

guy 2: *annoyed* why do i even hang out with you

guy 1: because we accidentally hit & killed a guy with our car last summer and we buried his body in the backyard and this terrible secret indelibly binds us together, remember?

guy 2: oh yeah