So it’s like 3 am and I’m thinking about torture, black sites, abolitionism, the Dark Web, and trying to figure out how to fund a life. It’s dark except for my smoke and the cell light here in Stormcage, just the way I like it, and all I can hear is The Hum. 

They’ve been uncovering evidence of more And more black sites, and horrifyingly enough there seems to be a place for my line of work.
I contacted an Instagram model who had become disenfranchised and have been emailing various activists or offices strategically as I can. For abolitionism and media/commercial alliances maintainly. Taylor Swift reads my stuff, apparently.