Oct 27, 2022
Linlin has only ever seen those around her like toys, or tools. Even as a child, her world was essentially just an expanded and infinite dollhouse, a fantastical reality which she might slowly mold for herself. Perhaps there was a time where this reality that she saw was not corrupt, was not plagued with sugary delights with the deadly undertone of possession, all with the intention of "helping" and "connecting" all the world hand by hand...to sit upon the same table, to see eye to eye. But in the end, what reality is now, is that table can now only be her table, can only be her citizens, can only be her family.
How lucky, how wonderful, that she is so open to making anything, and everything hers.