Ask me anything
tcf is fictitious. In the real world, I work as an account manager in a public relations firm (this means I'm at the bottom of the food chain and my job is to survive a client meeting without losing a rib). I like drama-free conversations. I work to fuel my vices. My dream destination is still Timbuktu.
Sometimes, I ponder on this other possibility–of happiness, no matter how artificial–had I stayed in a state of ignorance. But we have long been fractured and what you did can always be re-invented into a more palatable form called self-preservation. An ellipsis is no longer suitable to describe our footing. In this universe, it is a defunct metaphor.