...the tormenting structure of that silence...

The skin on my hands and on my thighs is becoming transparent. I don't know what that could mean - I was never one of those little white girls whose veins showed blue underneath their skin. Except that now suddenly I caught a glimpse of the back of my hand, and my breath caught because they don't look like my hands.

0/2500 words. I know it seems daunting now, but I just started. I had been doing the readings all day. Here we go children, in for a long night?

Yeah, me neither. Well we'll see how it goes.