We Eat Our Own
There’s a global pandemic. I get cancelled on the internet. Hundreds of people talk shit about me, lie about me, send me harassing messages. Most of my close friends and community abandon me, distance themselves from me, don’t want to be taken down with the sinking ship. The collective that runs the place where I live wants to have an ‘accountability process’ when I literally haven’t done anything wrong. I have nothing to be accountable for. I tell them that, and I move out.
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