The Feed

As a child, I was mostly silent. Even as a baby, or so the family lore went. “It was creepy, you’d never even cry,” said my mother. But I did cry. As I got older and my anxieties grew and my destiny as an everywhere outcast confronted me. I cried a lot. I was anguished, often thinking of death and making complicated plans of escape to live in solitude before I was even ten. There was never any place I could be safe unless I was entirely alone. Everywhere I went, I wa