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@benzehime

you'll find the moonlit night strangely empty because, when you call my name through it, there will be no answer
As a doctoral student of English, my semesters are filled with critical cant and ideological boilerplate. It's real easy to forget that the subjects of my study aren't mere texts; they are the products of someone's struggle to communicate—to say, fundamentally, my blood is the same color as yours and our hands fit together just so, so listen...

Chad Driscoll, from the Editor's Note for Oyster Boy Review (1997)