The Softness of Our Own Demise and June F.’s Spine
The Softness of Our Own Demise And June F.’s Spine June F. is currently sinking into 41 inches of high-density viscoelastic polymers, and all I can think about is how much my left eye feels like it has been doused in battery acid. It was supposed to be a simple morning ritual, but the shampoo-a…