[This is a first draft, with intentions to be cleaned up for submissions.] You’ve been dreading having to work on anything in the server room since you landed this gig. You could feel the anxiety rising behind your sternum, already heightened from all the feigned-knowing nods and deflective smiles you’d been pulling throughout the day,…
the market hates you even more than you hate yourself Rae Armantrout, “Hate”