i think margot ferrick wrote this story that i'm obsessed with right now. the way it's posted without attribution on a page that's partly about indexing others' writing makes it a bit mysterious. the way margot's work approaches the abjection and pathos of childhood so unflinchingly is really fascinating. (is it normal to feel like childhood was all about existential terror? this story makes me feel like someone else gets it, at least.) the narrator reminds me a bit of the narrator of 'I Live In The Slums' by Can Xue.