i was born on january 30, a minute and a half before my brother. i wish i could remember it. i wish i had a memory of that first violent shove, the shock of cold air, the sting of oxygen into new lungs. everyone should remember being born. it doesn’t seem fair that we only remember dying.

if i am somehow dying, i refuse to accept it. i refuse to slip quietly, easily into death. this can’t be it.

a fanmix for rhine ellery.

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