“…fire bad, tree pretty…”

Thesis turned in. It was supposed to be around 50 pages; mine was 84. IDK. I tried to cut 10 pages and my advisor wouldn’t let me.

I feel like I cut out an organ and gave it to the world and now it’s out there, being my organ, but roaming around in the world, getting dirty, drinking in slummy bars, wearing bad clothes…. Probably I’m also losing my mind.



2 thoughts on ““…fire bad, tree pretty…”

  1. I too have often wondered this. I mean there’s no definitive proof that it’s not real. It haunts my dreams. I now feel compelled to do a close reading wherein I attempt to prove that Catatonia Buffy is real Buffy.

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