Grzegorz Stancyk (1979)
Claire, asking the right questions.
I never liked being part of a scene.
Any scene. Cultural circle jerks make me uncomfortable. It’s not that I was always successfully able to avoid them, but I could never commit to one scene, nor could I ward off the disgust that soon followed witnessing this false sense of community. All of it driven by some desperation that inevitably sinks into social cannibalism.
Using each other’s status to elevate our own. Events promising Names. Flexing our connections.
The vampire hivemind.
One million little cults.
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