The End of Ariel Manto

Sitting at Dulles reading The End of Mr. Y, which is about a girl who reads a cursed book that’s actually meant as a thought experiment which causes her to follow the footsteps of the book’s protagonist who disappears and she eventually disappears too. This girl is basically me – her life, thoughts, sex habits, everything. Now that I’ve inserted myself into the text like she did with hers, I’m now in her headspace which was always already mine. What would Derrida say? I feel like I’m in a closed loop of signification.

I am cold, alone, and supremely anxious about flying. That is all.

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