While I am busy with schoolwork, I also am notably finishing out my last week of isolation. Being cooped up in my room with nowhere to roam besides half a hallway means I'm writing a lot more. This piece is an unfinished one- (one of many) that I decided to conclude and submit for all posterity to squint at. Expect a few more of an assortment of random themes in the next week or so, as I will be aiming to complete and submit the rest of my unfinished works that are currently residing in the deep, dark corners of my Google Drive folder. Hurrah.

More specifically on this piece: it diverges from my usual body of work, much in the same flavor as my previous piece on the one-bar prison. For context, I disclaim that all acts in this piece are consensual. Note and tremble in the awe-inspiring presence of the power of consent.

Stay safe and healthy.