Brazilianwriter Stories

This is not a pandemic story. Or maybe it is. It's about the year I disappeared into my own apartment and found a stranger living there-me. Between sourdough failures and conversations with appliances, I documented the quiet unraveling (and reassembling) of a life put on pause. Think Robinson Crusoe with Wi-Fi and existential dread. Welcome to my hermitage

"You really are something else Alice, I feel like you could be my first love"