Life is a walking grave, honey. It’s constantly engulfing you, bit by bit, moment by moment, until you realize you are engulfed beyond salvage. Life is a phagocyte, and you are destined to be eaten.
— Sadia Hakim
I am a neurodivergent and introverted poet from Alpha Centauri currently touring your Solar System. Yes, I am an alien. Be my reader at your human risk.