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Paths I’ve crossed, orbits I’ve circled, circles I’ve run in, spaces I’ve frequented; there are people that I’ve met and known within unattainable seeming worlds, some peripherally, some intimately. I come across them on social media and I marvel at their lives, getting sucked in, going down a gopher hole of comparisonitis, which inevitably turns into brooding. My brain clouds, divine energy and violet light leave my body through my fingertips, replaced by disgust and greed which I suck up through my black-hole pupils. My thoughts become evil, little and rat-faced, chewing open mouthed while saying things like, “She definitely does not fuck her husband” and “he most certainly fucks prostitutes.” Or… “She is absolutely anorexic.” Or, “I bet all her friends secretly can’t stand her”. Or, “She has no soul.”

Suddenly, I am hate-scrolling through virtual hallways of endless dinner parties, yacht parties, wedding parties, trips that are parties, frocks, Europe, outfits so clean they’re fresh…