blurry brain

[dancing_crow]

I was remembering a short story about young people living together in cramped housing, being exploited by employers and then oddly abandoned, and resorting to eating the walls of said housing which were (edible) fungi... I can't remember how long ago I read it, I thought it was Marissa Lingen, but a quick scan of her work did not locate it, and since I failed a covid test this morning (I have it, having escaped for nearly 3 years, and I am deeply grateful for all the stabs I've gotten and my astonishing partner who found a pharmacy that was both open on xmas and also had paxlovid) and everything hurts I am feeling sorry for myself as well as dumb.

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[moodsong]

Oh no. All my sympathy.

Also that sounds like a weird dream. If you find out what story it is... I'm curious.

[mrissa]

Indeed it wasn't me, I can see how you would have thought so but it wasn't. Good luck finding it!

[dancing_crow]

on the cheerful side, I've been through all of your readily available short stories and remembering how much fun that is.

I was a teacher for a year, and one of my kids was goat-obsessed, so I read aloud the story of the talking goats, and it made such an impression on the kid that their mother texted me to ask where said goats were, and if they could be visited. Everyone was sad to learn they were fictional, but watch out for Enzo developing speech in goats in 15 years?

[mrissa]

Aww, thank you!