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“Sometimes kindness is a duty, a job that one sets out to accomplish with time and patience and effort. People who feel this way, myself included, fight against some other gnawing instinct within; we bloom like a flower from the dirt. It's an honorable thing to strive for, and there's nothing bad I can say about that kind of growth. Other folks, however, don't even think about it. There's some uncanny spark that always pushes them to make the right choice, because they're not even aware a choice exists. It's just what they do.”

“Do everything that you can to resist Void Madness. Focus on the love, joy and happiness that can be found within yourself, no matter where you are. If you ponder the reality of The Void’s vast expanse for even one brief moment, it could have devastating effects on your mind, so focus instead on the present. Bring your attention to your day-today goals. How will you find food? What will you drink to survive? Where is there a safe place to hide? Focusing on the present will keep you from straying into Void Madness, and keep you productive for the harsh times ahead.”

“Do everything that you can to resist Void Madness. Focus on the love, joy and happiness that can be found within yourself, no matter where you are. If you ponder the reality of The Void’s vast expanse for even one brief moment, it could have devastating effects on your mind, so focus instead on the present. Bring your attention to your day-to-day goals. How will you find food? What will you drink to survive? Where is there a safe place to hide? Focusing on the present will keep you from straying into Void Madness, and keep you productive for the harsh times ahead.”

“If you suspect that your mind is succumbing to the call of The Void, immediately stop reading this guidebook for at least four hours. During that time, it is recommended that you find calming things to relate to from this timeline, like a favorite show on television, or a delicious home cooked meal of spaghetti and chocolate milk. The more you can learn about your own body during this time of healing, the better.”

“If you suspect that your mind is succumbing to the call of The Void, immediately stop reading this guidebook for at least four hours. During that time, it is recommended that you find calming things to relate to from this timeline, like a favorite show on television, or adelicious home cooked meal of spaghetti and chocolate milk. The more you can learn about your own body during this time of healing, the better.”

“Suddenly, it all falls into place, like a missing puzzle piece finally connecting in a way that I would've never thought possible. I nearly tip backwards in my chair, and I suddenly find myself incredibly aroused. This is the mother of all conspiracy theories, the single point from which all other mysterious ideas emerge. This is much bigger than reverse reverse twins, or wireless 5G void spores, this is everything.”

“That’s the way I’ve always been. It’s hard for me to see any situation as a whole. I feel like I’m always looking at a mass of moving parts, trying to break every tiny piece of experience down and understand it in a methodical way. It’s beautiful but it’s also difficult to interact with people because they expect me to communicate the whole machine and I’m too distracted by the cogs.”

“Do you find yourself unable to focus in social situations because your mind is distracted by the minutia of these interactions?” he begins. ​I’m too busy thinking about the way someone’s bone structure works when saying these words to actually respond to them, but my therapist takes that as a yes.”

“We need to find you an outlet that’s going to be healthy and sustainable.” ​I consider these words for a moment. “Like what?” I finally ask, coming up with nothing. ​“Well, you could write,” the bigfoot therapist suggests. “Something creative is a great way to let that illogical side of you come out and play.” ​“Knowing my hyperfocus I’d probably just end up writing hundreds of books expressing every corner of my personality in a deeply intricate catalog of feelings,” I offer with a scoff. ​My therapist doesn’t seem phased.”

“I'm honestly kind of surprised. You've got a flair for drama, Misha. I thought you might get hard over some final sacrifice for love, or whatever. I mean, you're the writer, not me, but that's got Emmy written all over it." "Bury your gays." I reply, utterly deadpan. Jack rolls his eyes. In film, in TV, in books... the queer characters never get a happy ending," I press. "Sometimes they're the first to go, other times they make some brave sacrifice in the finale, but it always ends in tragedy and death. That's why it's called bury your gays.”

“I glance over to see a strangely familiar figure standing nearby, nodding toward me in the dim light of the evening. They appear to be a giant blue bird with a massive red circle around them, along with a diagonal line slashed across the middle. "Do I know you?" I question as the strange manifestation steps forward. Suddenly, I snap my fingers with recognition. "You're Tromp's Twitter ban!" I blurt. "That's where I've seen you before!" The giant bird shakes his head. "I'm afraid not. This time around I'm your Twitter ban.”