An essay by Abigail Perkins PhD, as provided by Kelda Crich Art by Leigh Legler In the light of the twinkling, tawdry Christmas lights, I’m typing just as fast as I can. Deleting as much as I’m able, but they’ve created walls around my commands, convoluted labyrinths of protection. They’re smart. Smarter than me. How is...

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